"Dark Screens," by Elliot K.
Dark Screens
A dark screen pulls, tantalizes.
Everyone else has one.
Everyone else but me.
Jeering, laughing, mocking, pitying,
They drive me to that longing.
I ask,
And the power rejects.
Telling me: “It’s to protect you.”
But I cannot see how.
So I dive,
Plunging, falling.
‘Till I see the soulless eyes, the empty hearts.
Drawn in by the dark.
Then, I turn back.
And thank the power for its wisdom.