darkness

i'm not afraid
of the ebony takeover
when all of the lights
flicker off
and when all of the candles
screech to a dead halt.
i'm afraid of what's inside
of that darkness.
it strips me of my
sight,
the tool i use
so delicately
to absorb the world
and protect myself.

i use my sight
with the uttermost vigilance.
situations are simply sectioned
into safe and dangerous.
but when that control
is distorted,
my pulse begins to soar.