Darkness Poem by Thomas Thompson

Darkness

I felt it coming this morn from deep within
Angry at my son at something not his fault
Standing before me writhing at my every word

I began to withdraw
Armor slamming into place plate by plate
As I felt myself losing control

Time slowing to a crawl
The darkness almost fully upon me
As my son stood confused knowing he was not wrong

Unable to comprehend the dark metamorphosis consuming the father he loved
Standing silently before him with narrowed eyes and tensing muscles
The silent rage welling within

A hair's breath from wresting control
From that last vestige of me battling to survive
Against an overwhelming darkness

It's familiar tendrils creeping into my mind
As it had done so many times before
Always an easy victory

I took a deep breath
Opened my eyes
Stood down and stepped back into the world

Tommy