Darkness

• Adam Catoggio,
• Poetry
• 2007

Darkness is it really there?
How can it be when light is everywhere?
I have done bad and now it follows,
This horrible, horrible feeling of sorrow.
Should I admit to this horrible crime?
Maybe in another life time.
Shall I keep it a secret and run away,
Or is there any other way.
If there is I shall grab it by the tail,
And hope it takes me to a fairy tale.
Where the light is out and all about and I shall be free,
But no that day will never come for me.
For I’m trapped here in the darkest hole,
Waiting for my final day to call.