The lights went out
in the blink of an eye.
I was back in prehistoric times,
a cave dweller in fear of the beasts outside.
Technology forgotten.
I tried to light a match
but unlike the movies there is a catch,
it burns down as quick as its lit
and it doesn't really light the room for shit.
In darkness
my eyes
now accustomed
could make out feint shapes,
not solid state
more like liquid vapour floating through.
All looking like enemies
standing in wait.
The blackness penetrating my soul,
there was nowhere to go.
I was rooted in place,
if I moved,
I'd become lost in a hole
or a forest of torment, misery and pain
never to be found again.
Just a faded memory
washed away in the rain.
When the lights switched off,
I was alone,
I had nowhere to roam,
like a neanderthal, I stayed in my cave
I'd wait until sunrise to make my play.
No late night reading
into my eyes
only darkness was bleeding.
No midnight walks to the fridge
to sate hunger
I'd have to wait until sun was over yonder.
What lurks in the darkness
could stop your heart
It could grab your soul and tear it apart.
It could grip you in its vicious teeth
ripping you limb from limb.
Taking your skin
leaving just the skeleton beneath.
Fear of the dark.
Inherent.
What lurks in the shadows
will become apparent.
When your eyes
can't see through the gloom,
even the slightest light of the moon
only makes visions appear more violent.
Thanks for reading
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