The Darkness Won Poem by ezzabell fanning

the darkest hour has approached
the light of day has gone
it swarms the streets, emptied
devouring every skin and bone.

the ticking sound of the grandfather clock
stopped
the sound of laughter beyond
choked.

the sound of nothingness
silence, oh so deafening
i sing to myself
rocking back and forth.

the crackles of leaves, crunched
footsteps heavy on the ground
has my time arrived?
the darkness won.

i do not feel pity
i do not resent
i could die today
i could die tomorrow
it makes no difference
as death has already come.