In the Darkness

In the darkness it comes for me.
It runs its hands across my skin.
I close my eyes to it as the tears escape.
It tries effortlessly to possess me.
I cannot fight this nightly specter.
In the darkness it has power over me.
It takes hold of my body, heart and soul.
I fear it yet at the same time, I welcome it.
I long for its power and ruthlessness.
Its hunger and its desires leave me breathless but afraid.
While it is in the darkness it remains unseen.
It is within my reach but still far from me.
Within its grip I am helpless to deny it what it wants.
Away from it I feel so alone and neglected.
It leaves me feeling a tremendous amount of need for it.
There is no peace here in the darkness.
It teases and taunts me often.]
Forever out of my reach but still there in the darkness.
I long to have it possess me but am afraid to let it in.
I need it but I do not know why.
Will I be happier with it if I let it in to my life?
Will it give me the peace I need in the darkness?
All that I do know is that in the darkness it always comes for me.