The Uncomplicated Darkness

I stand knocking behind this door, 
nails wedged into one breathless demand:
that the pitiless wood keep me inert no more
and release me from time’s hands.

The cold taught me all I know,
paralysing my pleading limbs.
The uncomplicated darkness was once my home,
’til one day I woke to light trickling in.

Since seeing a sky beyond darkness,
with beauty so blazing it burns,
my claws have been chasing catharsis
against the walls from which I yearn.

Now I want to know about hell, heaven,
and whatever’s in between.
But I’ve fostered a spiritual tension
where ignorance keeps me keen.

I’ve pupils for eyes, but they’re shrinking,
choosing illusion over sight.
So I scrub at the curse of knowing,
wishing back the purity of night.