THE DARK AIN'T THE ENEMY
- Dark Poets Club
- May 11
- 1 min read
By M.M.Wake

the light is a liar.
it paints over the cracks,
makes everything look
clean, holy, unbroken.
but the dark,
the dark doesn't give a damn.
it lets things be what they are.
it doesn't try to sell you redemption
or wipe the dirt off your hands.
it just sits there, heavy, hanging
waiting for you to be honest.
you ever sit alone at night,
just you and the hum of the fridge,
a drink sweating in your hand,
the streetlamp outside
flickering like a bad idea?
that's the dark telling you the truth.
no bullshit, no pretty words.
just you, your ghosts, and the taste
of whatever you still can't swallow.
people say they're scared of the dark,
but it's the daylight that'll gut you.
it's the morning that'1l make you
pull your bones together,
slap on a smile, pretend
you never heard what the night
was trying to tell you.