In the dark

In my country, I am common,
Not a welcome presence, just
Heavy like a wet blanket on a humid summer
With no electricity, hot.
Things happen. At dark.
It is night and so am I.

Oh but I remember the glowworms over my bed.

Here I am exotic, dark, a hooded stranger
In the constant glare of city lights,
A shadow, sometimes a black hole come too early
For the final starburst. Disappear,
Die into me. Sleep.
I am night and things are wild.

But now the darkness becomes me I can't breathe.

Does it matter what you call me?
This name is purple-black like a bruise
That never heals.
Invisible
To the naked eye. I.

It is dark, this night. Brooding.
And things happen I don't need to hide.