The Creature of the Darkness

A Poem By Jonathan C // 1/2/2016

In the darkness there is a creature that hides behind every shadow.
In the hall where there should be company and fellowship, a single man sits alone.
And the silence weighs down on him with ever increasing tension.
The creature slowly comes out of the shadow, bringing with it a dread that cannot be escaped.
You sit and wait for it to come, as it has come before.
You think you can fight it off, but its strength is too much for any man.
And with a sudden horror you realize it is your old foe, whose presence fills you with hopelessness.
In a desperate effort to fight it off you build your fires ever higher and light more lights than before.
But every light serves to show the emptiness of the hall, and despair comes ever closer.
But then, a sound that can make you heart jump: A door is opening somewhere. Someone else is coming.
The creature flees at their approach.
Suddenly the night is wonderful, for you have someone else to share the darkness with you.
And through the long hours of the night, the creature will hide away in its shadows, until the dawn comes and banishes it, for you have someone to share the dawn with.

Comments

Pretty cool! I like it. And

Pretty cool! I like it. And oh yeah, several of my poems/stories/essays were written in the wee sma'. :)
And welcome to ApricotPie!! I look forward to seeing more of your posts.

Damaris Ann | Mon, 01/04/2016

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

I really like the way you

I really like the way you wrote this; it's intriguing. And I, too, have penned a few random pieces at midnight. It can be a great way to cure insomnia. : P

Hannah D. | Mon, 01/04/2016

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

:)

I don't write at midnight anymore but I used to jot things down after I'd gone to bed. I still understand the darkness of insomnia, though. It's terrible.

Kyleigh | Wed, 01/06/2016

Welcome, fellow newcomer!

This was really cool to read! That's how I feel when I'm the last one up and I have to go upstairs by myself. Everything's an enemy until someone turns a light on. Really good job!

Brighid | Fri, 01/08/2016

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

Thanks

Thank you all for the warm welcome. I probably won't post much poetry, but I had this on hand. I'm glad you all like it.

Jonathan C | Fri, 01/08/2016

So, would it be: "You know whom"?

I hope you enjoy it here!

I hope you enjoy it here!

Damaris Ann | Fri, 01/08/2016

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

a creature of lonely despair

To me, this is really about man's need for fellowship. This creature comes out when we are alone, and it is too great for any one man to conquer it. It dies away as soon as we seek friendship and support from others. I like it!

Regina | Thu, 05/12/2016

"Human life is nothing more than an entertainment staged by folly."-Erasmus

Thanks. That's actually

Thanks. That's actually exactly what's it's about. Good observation.

Jonathan C | Thu, 05/12/2016

So, would it be: "You know whom"?

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