the darkness

The darkness it fights

Against my light

But I do not let it win

For I have been

In this blight

for as long as I can live

So I wait

 for it to abate

and I wait

and slate

and hate

and wait

As I flow

Through the days

I die slowly

Holy

Unholy

I don’t know what to believe in

Even if I want to cleave

Between my ribs

Where my heart sits

But I don’t

Because they need me

The sad, the mad, the bad

They have anxiety

I can help them

 if only you would let me.