The Room

Shrouded in Darkness lit by the dark...

A comfort... a lure..
Hope...
A way to remain in the dark while in the light...
A way to hide in plain sight...

That subtle glow...




This is my world



Not light tainted by darkness, but Darkness blinded by light...


Except...







...that light...


...Black light.




~Rain

Itch

It's there
We can feel it
The uncontrollable urge that won't go a way
The panic that's unexplainable
It builds and builds never letting up
Needing a way out but one's hard to find
We can't get it out
But it has to go
Driving us crazy
The need to create
Create what?
Painting?
Drawing?
Poem?
Can't say
Drowning in undirected anxiety

~Rain

I wrote this one a while ago, can't remember when