You won’t see it on faces

It is carried on shoulders

You won’t hear it in words

It is in unuttered whispers.

You’ll have to check under the bed, in all the corners

It hides, sometimes

So wake up and feel the skull behind your face

Then go back to sleep, heavy eyes.

It is almost like a shadow, if shadows could exist on their own

Following you, occasionally muttering things you would never do

Sometimes shouting,

convincing you.

It’s easier said than done, to remember that

Shadows don’t exist without light

There is a light in us

Ours is just not as bright.

So when it looms,

And you feel the doom,

Remember that there is light, somewhere, within your gloom.