The Darkness

Alone at last I pray for night.
But in the night I fear day-light.
For the day brings nothing but madness my way.
The fear of hearing what they will say
Makes the daylight last forever and
The nights turn quickly into days.
This bleak soul I thought had gone,
Has only stowed away; in the back of my mind.
Waiting for a chance to reveal…
…you say I look sad, but sadness is not my downfall.
Only fear in not knowing what my future holds.
Fear of failing once again, failing you.
The future is my darkness.
And no sun nor star can spark the flame.