Coming

It’s getting darker here.
I can feel the scornful clouds
Piling up,
One upon the other,
Like unpaid bills on a doormat.
The sickening sun, pale as a shroud,
Wasting into the distance,
Further and further away,
Dragging my dreams behind it, enslaved.
Alone, I’ll face the storm.
Defy the lightning, curse the thunder,
Howl my derision into the biting rain.
I have walked in the night,
Why, then, should I fear the
Darkness of the storm?
Far beyond it there’s a light,
I may never see it or walk in it again but
I know it’s there.
As long as it shines on someone
Is good enough for me
While the shadows gather and deepen
And the inky blackness wails with madness.