Stark and desolate night beckoned
The lonely eyes receded into tunnels.
The Light brought Shadows, so dark
Scary and creepy, so deep in contrast;
The tunnels were empty, never alight
The Darkness, born in the mind, hid-
Hid them all, the ones haunting the night.
The blood and the gore splashed across,
The eyes were witness, bright yet blind.
The strength to accept had gone amok,
Refusal, denial and mind in a block,
To retreat within, to construct a shield
Away from the world too scary to see,
Away into escape in nothingness, lonely-
The lure of the night, the pull of the mind,
Away from monsters, where I can hide.
N.B. I recently read a book, and read about how people, especially children, withdraw into cocoons after being witnesss to something drastic and terrible, often betrayal, that they cannot reason out, or withstand. They all go into a happy place, their happy place, without the monsters, receding from the real world too tough to bear. To bring them back takes diligence, dedication, love and wonders. G.