Night

A poem I wanted to write about the darkness....

The night is a fickle thing
It walks among us every day
A face we can't see
A face with no features

The night wanders around
Looking for a fresh supply of nutrition
And it has found its supply
It has found us

It shows itself to us
Making us cower underneath the flickering light of hope
Tempting us to believe we will survive
As long as we stay underneath the light

But we can't survive

Night is strong
Night is immortal
Night is everything we fear
Night is death

I sit alone
Away from the light
And the darkness pets me as I stare at the cowards
Hiding underneath the light
I smile and pet the darkness back