The NightA Poem by MaskedthoughtsI’m scared
of the night Of the uncertainty
it brings. Of the way
it cloaks all your fears in a blanket of unease. The room
fills with worries and memories. The air
becomes so thick I can hardly breathe. Forced to remember,
forced to deal with it all while I’m battling the clock for sleep. I wish the
night would keep its brutal honesty, I wish I could hide in the clouds of the
day. I wish, I wish,
I wish I didn’t have to face any of it. But the
night makes you face yourself. The night makes you grow. The night
makes you realize the deepest parts of yourself you never dreamed to know. The night
is the hero and the villain all cloaked in one. The night
is what will make you run. © 2015 MaskedthoughtsAuthor's Note
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