In the dark there was no pain
In the blackness there was no dream.
And in the light there was no rain.
In the brightness there was no fame.

What could I dream but naught.
There was nothing my heart could be taught.
Even while I was sleeping, my heart fought.
My naïve knowledge of love was shot.

In the dream a dark awareness
There was nothing left to assess.
Not even that gentle caress.
No use suffering such distress.

I cried out in the agony and pain.
All of the excuses just seemed so lame.
Even I could feel the shame.
There was no escape from the extinguishable flame.

No light was there to me the way.
No dark could shoo the feelings away.
The brightness gone, fear no longer held at bay.
The darkness, no opportunity to allay.

The feeling I thought I fought was evil.
My heart still awaited his arrival.
No warning that love was trivial.
My senses, confused, are dull.