A Dim Light

A clock to check the time

And a dim bulb to light

The tiring, yet somehow

Pleasant moonless night

'Why a light?', you may ask

'Well because the darkness

Of a moonless night scares me

It asks me why?

It wants me to think

And that, you see

Scares me'

'I reckon you could say,

My thoughts are my enemies

But that, however is not the case

 In the day.

It is an enemy that I must face

Only when I am left alone,

Only when it's just me and them

No body, no retaliation, just the dawn,

Me and them'

'They don't sway

They don't utter a word,

They just stay,

Which is scarier than anything in the world'

Get used to the dark and control your thoughts,

You are a grown man,"they say

"What nonsense!", I bark

What a malicious thing to ask

A man filled with hopes and unspectacular

Thoughts to be in the dark'

'It's those who are done, I say

Those who reckon they've seen enough,

It is them, who in the dark, lay  

Nestled in the feeling of accomplishment

And of being tough

With wants of their ills to stay

It is them, I say, who have it rough,

For they'd rather fight the thoughts,

Than accept, and move on'

'Yes, I know 

That is a sad thing to say

But trust me dear,

That's the only way'

'Instead

They lay in the dark, under the starry night

And teach a man who sleeps in dim light

What is and what is not,

Right.'

'I know, sometimes it's best to deal,

With those monstrous side effects of being,

But then I argue,

Do I need to?

Why can't I just look at the stars in my dim light,

And for a moment, forget what is and what is not,

Right'

'Flattering it does sound

But those melancholics in the dark,

With their notions though cold,

Are right,

To live the night than to bear the night'

'For it is better to ask,

"What do I do?"

Than to resign and let it be,

Because it isn't true, you see

The belief, I mean

That thoughts as such will always be'

'Sometimes, however

It is okay not to fight

And pass the night

In the company of 

A clock to check the time

And a dim bulb to light

The tiring, yet somehow

Pleasant moonless night'