Deception

Darkness masquerades as a friend, 

not just  mere inspiration 

for loosely morbid poetry

it seems as if it knows me best

seeing all 

neither aiding nor standing in the way

surrounding me in the depths of the war over my soul, 

comforting me when i fail ,

reluctantly acknowledging my victory 

should i emerge a temporary master

 of self and selfishness, 

cautioning and enabling 

a short lived celebration.  

eventually

 the struggle between good and evil ensues...

the outcome is never certain,

 and  darkness, 

the kind  whose presence is most felt at 3:00am

nearly fools me into believing it is a friend.