The darkness comes a creeping, it comes at dead of night.
It creeps up walls and furniture, it takes out all the light.
Heaviness accompanies it, swarming around the room.
When darkness overtakes me, I pray for morning soon.
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But why the fear of blackness, dark and dingy things.
Blackbirds, crows and bats and other things with wings.
They cannot really hurt me, certainly not when it’s light.
They haven’t anymore power, just because it’s night.
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So I preserver and pray a lot, before I blow the flame.
I look around the room once more, is it still the same?
And then in sleep I slumber, wrapped and very warm.
Until the darkness disappears, with the light of a new dawn.
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lizalizaskysaregrey 
I really like your poetry and I’ve read quite a few of the daily prompt darkness things and your conceptualisation of it is probs most reflective of mine. Thanks for this 😃💛
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Thank you so much too! x
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This is me every night too 😁 with a black and white cat jumping around in the dark all I see are shadows moving and it creeps me out more haha – Michelle
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Lol 😉
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