In The Pitch-Dark My Soul Runs Free

Night falls upon my view
Yet I’ve no compulsion to see
Satisfied that what is there
Beyond the reach of Light
Is enough to sustain
My wildest need
As I venture out into Darkness
My path veers gently to the Left
Experiences encountered
Both sacred and profane
Feed my soulish side
My pound of flesh, freely given
All demands ignored, it is only mine to give

I feast until the early dawn
Then find my way Home
To the safety of the Light
My toll, paid
I fall off to sleep
Forgetting that which happened
Within the pitch-black night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.