Those Who Sit in the Dark

A candle with its brilliant flame in my mind. It dances with the knowledge that I've gathered and casts few shadows of  doubt. But I fear for it. I fear for this burning light in my brain. I fear despair will come and snuff it out. Then what will I be? Nothing. Insane. Delirium will come and sweep me away. I hope that day never comes. I fear for my sanity as well as that pf others. I hope to never become a shell of what I once was. I have seen it happen. Those who sit in dark rooms, staring into nothingness, waiting for an enlightenment that will never come. They know how it feels. I never want to be like them. I will die fighting before my mind is clouded. Never will I sit in that dark room with them! Never. I will make sure the candle is brightly lit always. I hope all will do the same. I hope none will let the delirium and despair change them. I hope none will be like those who sit in the dark.