With the darkness

Of my past

Do I sit

And ponder my life

Ponder my soul

And how it has changed

Into a darkness

So pure

You would not recognize it

The cloaked soul

Could only be seen

As a soul of light

Which is what I choose to make it appear as

But really

What you don't see

Is what should make you worry

Is what should make you scream in terror in the night

It should make you wake in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat

It does it to me

But then again

I sit

Next to the true darkness of my soul