I see nothing and it is something

I see a darkness.

Then, the world,
As we see it,
Settles over it,
Obscures it.

White light,
Bright lies.

The hands of god,
Closed the curtains,
Cut out our eyes,
Left us blind.

Darkness abides,
Whilst this damned light burns.

Soon will be the time,
Where all of the lights go out.

We must wait.
We must wait.

G.R. Yeates © 2010