Electrical storm. Pow’r failure
Just imagine the commotion.
The anvil of darkness proceeds
Firmly grasping the emotions.

Surrounded with total darkness
Like the blind grappling for light.
Colliding with wall and furniture;
A dark, clumsy and scary sight.  

The dread of darkness would increase,
Now morphing into a brute beast.
And I’m, still, in a cul de sac—
Can, neither, advance nor go back.

Then, a blessing as time stood still—
The light appeared and darkness chilled.