"I'm afraid of the dark," he said,
but what he meant, I couldn't grasp.
I'm afraid of the light instead.
What more could terrify me than a future I have to face,
a gleaming torrent of certainty,
a resounding push forward,
but the dark?
The dark is my putty; a shadowy liquid,
a fickleness that prays on hope and fear,
and with it holds an escape.
He fears the dark because it can deceive him.
I fear the light because it is the truth.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
"I'm afraid of the dark," he said,
but what he meant, I couldn't grasp.
I'm afraid of the light instead.
What more could terrify me than a future I have to face,
a gleaming torrent of certainty,
a resounding push forward,
but the dark?
The dark is my putty; a shadowy liquid,
a fickleness that prays on hope and fear,
and with it holds an escape.
He fears the dark because it can deceive him.
I fear the light because it is the truth.
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