Night

is something we all sleep in,

accepting that the day we love

has disappeared and now we rest

for tomorrow.

Night

to us is something we're afraid

to look into and say that we can

stay to think about it as the

darkness surrounds us.

Night

is what comforts us in our solitude

as we accept it as an old friend

knowing that when the day goes away,

night comes again.

Night

comes to haunt us in our darkest times

when we're trapped in an abyss of sorrow

and suffering from an insomnia of thoughts

to keep us awake.

Night

is an open fire to keep us warm,

the sky that gives the heat we feel

when we see all the stars and the moon

peering on us.

Night

is a blizzard we're trapped in,

emotions buried underneath the fluff

with only tears to soothe the pain,

fading into slumber.

Night

is something we look at differently,

seeing everyone's secrets

revealing themselves at

the darkest of hours.

Night will always come,

but we'll never be prepared.