Darkness

Feelings crushing
Never knowing what to do
First I lust
Then I loath

What’s right?
What’s wrong?
Where exactly
Should I belong?

One thing
And then think of another
Right becomes wrong
Black becomes white

Certainty shattered by the twist of a word
Won back again by irrationality
Conflicted, moody
Like the summer eve’s wind

What’s right
What I crave
Both I need
Either one or the other

Some comes with perfect clarity
Other parts make it black
Knowing alone is the only harmony
Yet craving for the one thing unknown

Unworthy
Unable
Tease
Tainted

Me