Somebody flicks the switch
And all the cares of the day
Dissolve
Into an abyss
Of darkroom curtain black
Blocking out the slightest chink
Of life
Launching the nightly
Odyssey into that
Alternative world of soft
Focus
Safe, predictable
But finite until a
Pang of hunger calls you
To rouse
And you run from the
Light fumbling for the
Switch again and again but
You can’t
Find it despite all
The diligent practice
And never can because it’s
Too dark.
John H Davies
26th XII 2010
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