It's inevitable.
The end of the day, and the start of
night
The onslaught of darkness
Is a flowing river
No boats can float on it, no body can swim.
The lights we make to keep us safe,
are nothing more than an illusion.
They may give us a sense of safety.
A hope that darkness can be avoided.
But it is unavoidable.
The night is a pit, 20 meters down.
There is no ladder, no stairs.
Yet, there is an elevator.
An elevator that travels further and further down.
Down until the dark of the pit becomes the light of the day.
Too many take the elevator.
But the dark can be enticing.
It provides safety,
To those who do not know what safety is.
Love,
To those that have never loved.
Numbness,
to those that have never gotten hurt.
Or hurt too much.
Yet even in the deep pit
Light manages to seep through
Brittle and weak, but there.
Weeds can flourish in the bright of day
And roses can survive in caves.