Darkness

Yes, I’ll be glad when that bellicose rumble

Like disquieting thunder over jagged hills

Is gone for good

I’ve known it from birth

Its echo always in the air

Indistinct, but stifling

They used to say this place had an atmosphere

Darkness

A kind of dread

It lingered when the storm had passed

A child born in a cavern doesn’t know it’s dark

Until it learns to live beneath the sky

Still you pull the curtains on the sun

Preferring darkness

Still the thunder in the hills