I need to know

Lying in cool, conditioned room
Cool, but warm
Warm colours, warm lights
The air is cold.

Lying in light, surrounded by dark
Light casting over my shoulder onto words
But my room is shrouded in inky black
I can’t think in my room, it’s too dark

One clear beam of light
But what of the dark?
The dark hovers just beyond my light

Ignorance is bliss they say,
They lied
Innocence maybe, is bliss,
A baby’s ignorance is bliss.
But this, this that shrouds my room in an ebony fog
This is encroaching hell
This is the thought that I may never know
Not knowing is hell

Fumble in the dark, searching for a switch
That damn switch, who turned out my light?
What happened to the day anyway?
It used to be so clear, bright, perfect.

My sunset came too soon

Once
I could see without a lens resting upon my nose
My vision un-obscured by that milk that flooded my ignorance
The lies and truths and maybe half-truths that brought on an early ageing
The lies that cause my darkness, my shrouding

Endless doubt
Confusion
No trust

Shrouded in darkness,
That beam of light still ignites the words
The words are clear, sharp and piercing
Simple small, strong words that don’t change
My only comfort and my only truth
The words repeatedly scratched into that blank canvas

I need to know