The Dark

The thick dark atmosphere
is needless of a shred of sleep.
The dark was too deeply conscious
of me.
The dark's thoughts were becoming
mine.
I can feel the weakness of my mind.
In a bizarre solitude was the heavy pull
of the ancient trees.
Whatever is looking at me.
Intensely slicing through me.
A stare that pierces flesh, blood, organ & bone
I stand mortal and alone.
But deep within my soul's energy,
is a galaxy of iridescent scars
The gashes of my identity.
I'm safe.
The dark retreats.
For now.
The dark already knows the how.