I wrote this many years ago but I think it's alright

My Darkness

These days,

A muted aura consumes,

Casting out lustre,

Lacking the richness,

Denying vibrance.

I’m looking out a dirty window

And where once glowed a streetlight

Now only black shadow prevails.

Only darkness.

My darkness

Starless,

Where moon and sun become one,

Eclipsed and invisible.

And autumn shudders under winter’s touch,

While summer’s dryness claws at autumn’s throat.

Cool freshness lost, a wind much in need to break free

Caged images hiding their worth,

Lost to sickly stale air, permeated with ill-fated errors.

Looking into a store window,

All that stares back is a silhouette of a reflection,

Hollow darkness.

My darkness.