A darkness is upon me

I don’t know where it’s from

I don’t know what it is

Or maybe I do

but don’t want to think about it

It’s not the pain itself, I think

but the realisation

that it’s impossible to take it away

that any change, any progress that could be made

will only ever be a thing on the surface

that the pain will always remain

that whatever you do

it cannot be erased

or be transformed

but sits there quietly

in the centre

at the very core of your being

a gloom

a darkness, lurking

your forever companion

that will never leave

and so,

when you’re done fighting

knowing you can’t win

you throw in the towel

take a chair

and sit with it

together

quietly

in the dark

like two old friends

that have nothing left to say