In my heart,

there is a dark,

thick like ducks,

in bread crumb parks.

I have no answer,

for why it is there-

the emotional cancer

within my stare.

Resistance is the trigger,

of a night much bigger.

Then even thicker thoughts join in

and linger to disturb the thinker.

In my heart,

I AM the dark

complete and stark;

like camp fire cold,

without a spark.