The Dark Side

Sorry, but there ain't no
John William's sound tract
light sabres flashing
kick ass Storm Troopers
or Death Star looming.

Not like that at all,
just the feeling
nothing matters
and if it did
I don't have
the energy
anyhow.

Dark cloud descending,
sucking up my light,
leaving a vacuum
to steal my
oxygen.

Resistance futile
and I don't
resist.

But with
the sound of
and the touch of
my loved ones a glint
escapes the event horizon
of the black hole of my mind.

Black turns
to grey and is
enough for today.