When The Darkness Comes Poem by James McLain

The darkness creeps with velvet shroud,
A silent thief, its steps unbowed.
It steals the day, the amber glow,
And leaves the world in shadow's throe.

Beneath its weight, my spirit bends,
No voice of comfort, no hand extends.
Dreams without light, a starless sky,
In endless black, my soul will lie.

I call it a night, though fear takes hold,
The air turns heavy, damp and cold.
Helpless I float in shadow's tide,
While sleep paralysis grips my side.

I grasp for the light, for one faint gleam,
A flicker of hope within the dream.
Yet silence reigns, an empty womb,
And darkness whispers endless gloom.

Still, I wait for dawn's embrace,
To wake and find the sun's warm face.