It wears a shroud of Darkness ,
Blurring everything in sight,
Ascending the throne of silence arrives the night.
With all the grim darkness,
My fear reaches a new height.
Why did it have to be black – the color of the night?
Frivolous stories of day seem to come true,
Leaving me with an unnamed fright,
As I comfort myself in the scary night.
My mind races fast, my heart beats faster,
And I yearn to see the daylight,
As I struggle through the unbelievably long night.
It seems so strange how,
Even a small flickering light
Feels like a ray of hope in the dark night.
As it lulls everyone into sleep,
A sudden sleeplessness increases my plight
And I feel easily uneasy in the night.
I know it is true, no doubt,
That after the darkest darkness comes a day bright
But isn’t it so difficult to witness another sombre night?
And now is no different,
As my thoughts turn into these pensive words
In yet another sleepless night.