Darkness by David Bond

It creeps around the edges of the room 

And lurks behind the unsuspecting souls, 

Reflecting that which haunts their minds with gloom 

A broadcast of emotion uncontrolled. 

A home to some however much ‘tis feared, 

It nurtures those whose hearts remain alone; 

A constant being lifeless yet adhered, 

It comforts those who journey on their own 

And yet, it shies away from morning’s glare, 

Ashamed to try and circumvent the throne. 

Forever hidden underneath the stairs, 

It stays in need of comfort of its own. 

And in the end, it lingers truly sad, 

Yet through its selfless acts persists as glad. 

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