Turn out the light and let the darkness surround you.
As the darkness floods in, fear consumes you.
Fear of the darkness; of the unknown.
You stand there for a moment,
paralized by the shadows in the darkness.
What or who they might be. Soon enough though, you push aside your fear just long enough to run.
Where you are going you know not.
Light is all you want.
Light, the ability to see.
Even the dimmest of light will do.
You just want something that can push away the darkness.
But there is no light to be found.
Only darkness all around.
Now you've fallen and lie face down on the ground.
Fear now turns to dread as the realization that the light is gone sets in.
The darkness is now darker than the darkest of night.
Not even shadows are visible.
The dread turns to miserable nothingness as you give up.
Letting the darkness consume you, you now become a part of it.
Your mind goes blank and you just lay there, waiting.
For what, you know not, but you continue to wait.
For something
Anything.
Finally, dawn approaches and light fills the darkness.
But it's too late.
The darkness has already consumed you.
Though you may be lit up on the outside, inside you are still darker than the blackest of black.
Yet you continue on.
Hoping one day that darkness will be filled again with light.
Even the dimmest will do.
Until then, you continue on in the light,
while you're filled with darkness.
Waiting.