The Darkness

I am alone,

all alone.

People are around me,

But never really see me.


They don’t care,

Not about me.

No one does:

I am all alone.

I am the darkness


That is what I’m called.

They don’t know who I am, though
"Is it human?” People say

“An animal?”

“Or a. . . MONSTER?”

No

They’re wrong.

I’m none of those things.


I am the darkness.

That is all I am,

That is all I will ever become:

The darkness.


I am as dark as a black raven soaring through the mid-night sky

I am alone and mistreated as an abandoned dog on the sad

side of the broken road.

I am as hated and despised as a traitor.


Why?

What have I done?

The answer is nothing.

I have done nothing;

I am nothing.


I assume it was destined;

fate you may say,

All because I am the Darkness.

Not a human,

Not an animal,

Nor a monster,

I am the Darkness.