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| The Dark | |
| By Talisker | ||||||||
| 18 August 2006 | ||||||||
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This piece was trawled from the depths of my depressed soul. Thankfully, life is much better these days! Oli Lights off, I trace the floaters in my eye, like pastel patches on a blood red sky. Then fading first maroon and then to black, faint glimmer from a far off window crack. I syncopate the rhythm of the clock, make samba dances of its tic and toc. To keep my nightly terrors fast at bay, these childish games my adult mind must play. Can I to darkness ever be inured? Will light and life and love e’er be restored? Or suffocating darkness win the day? If so, the Lord to keep my soul I pray. Dark night, the very antidote to hope, bright thoughts allow my trembling heart to cope. Through dragging night each hours eternity, like vampire sucks the living force from me. But light arrives, hastened by my sleep, from my dark place I crawl, begin to weep With raising of night’s curtain, birth of dawn, I realise my demons are not gone. By Oliver Lodge
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