Clicking

The light from the cell phone
Only partially illuminates the room
All else is silent but the wind
And the sound of the tiny clicks
that sound out loud
each time a letter is typed

The writing keeps me thinking
The writing stops me from thinking too much
About the darkness
The writing keeps me feeling
The writing keeps me from feeling too much
Of the darkness

The resonating echo of the clicks
Filling the emptiness of the room
Makes me feel some safety …
Something familiar
Something “normal”
Something reliable
Something to frighten
the darkness away

To ward it off
To block it’s path
To distract my mind
To pretend it cannot reach me
But it’s all around
I can feel it rising
From the floors of the bedroom
To the top of the mattress

But I just keep typing
To hear the clicking
Of the cell phone keys in the dark
Because it isn’t the darkness
From the lack of light
That frightens me the very most
But the other darkness that rises
And closes all around me
That no one thinks is there
And no one else can see

 
 

© 2016 gentlekindness

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. GettingrealwithPTSD
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 13:33:04

    I really liked this. Very haunting…

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  2. Mary Cathleen Clark
    Jan 09, 2016 @ 14:43:28

    I love this . . . your words dig in deep.

    Like

    Reply

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