What Is It?

The darkness claws at my mind,

pulling me back in space and time,

Drawing me to traps set long before,

that bring the nightmares to my door.

While I gasp and struggle with all my might

to reach the fading pure white light.

The darkness power does not slip,

But holds fast in its tireless grip.

Though, I have escaped before,

fatigue gives way to the more.

Until at last, the darkness prevails,

with black remembrances of the travails.

PMO
©2011