Senses, Thoughts, and Truth

September 28, 2016

In the darkness
I wander lost
Without the gift of sight


In the darkness
I heard the sounds
Flaring my imagination


In the darkness
I smell ripe, rank smells
Odor’s strong in all direction


In the darkness
I taste the sweat, the blood
Salty, metallic, hardworking


In the darkness
I brush across things
Soft and silky, rough and course


In the darkness
I imagine monster
Real, biting, kicking, scratching, causing harm


In the darkness
There’s brighter light
Helping, saving, soothing


In the darkness
My sight returns
The smell turns sweet
I taste crockpot stew
I feel ribbons and pebbles
I banish the demons
Because if there is dark, there must be light

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