Darkness is Clear

a What is it to be in the Dark?

To feel alone and afraid?

Simply waiting for the spark?

Or to be waiting for aid?



I may be young and stupid,

But I wish to be in love,

To be hit by an arrow of Cupid,

Not to be given a shove.



Some say the Dark is black,

A blanket of the unknown,

But its simply not seeing behind you back,

Or to be hurt by what you do know.



To cry is to feel the dark,

To be pushed into fear,

To be tempted to make a mark,

Darkness is clear.