Poetry: Watching Darkness

Watching Darkness

What comes from watching darkness?
The empty shadows of night;
But hollow dreams of nothingness;
That drowns away by light.

Why cling to empty illusions?
When the darkness could take form;
Into tangible gifts with meaning;
The heart and soul of love.

Why drift away in madness?
The addled state of mind;
Lost in vain without comfort;
In the shadows where you hide.

What comes from watching darkness?
The empty shadows of night;
But hollow dreams of nothingness;
That drowns away by light.

–H. Danielle Crabtree