Darkness

Dark. Cold. Gray.
            Nothing.
I can't see.
         Or hear.
                  Or hope.
                                                                                Anything.

In the distance, the sky breaks.
            How am I to know?
     

The stars shape into a single crack.
            I can see.
            My eyes light up like bulbs.
            It was a new.
    Perhaps I had misjudged black.
      Maybe death is alright, now.