The Comforting Dark~

I can’t say why the darkness consoles.

as no fear exists as shadows flow, biting

and enscrolling a body

with etchings of loneliness

and comforting coldness.

At times it seems its all I’ve ever known.

as I walk dirty dark roads in silent  solace and look to

find the answer in the ravens which

circle overhead.

By Philip Wardlow