The Darkness Cometh

The Darkness Cometh

A Poem by peter Duggan
"

Waiting fir the nighttime to come

"

The darkness cometh.

 

Children talking in the background

Fountain gurgles out a tune

Sky is dark and grey and cloudy

Tonight we will not see no moon

Soon the day will turn to darkness

All is kind of silent, still

The dusk it always makes me wonder

And I guess it always will.

 

I will sit here for an hour

Then go in and watch the news

I love to feel the closing daytime

And maybe if I had to choose

I'd sit and wait till morn wakes up

There's something in the night time that

Fills my soul with so much wonder

I think that night time's where It's at

 

Here it comes, the sky grows darker

Little birds begin to sing

They say goodnight then off they wander

The darkness shadowing their wings

I think that rain will soon be coming

Maybe it will rain all night

I love my bed in cold wet winter

it's cosiness gives me delight.

© 2019 peter Duggan


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Added on April 15, 2019
Last Updated on April 15, 2019