I despise the darkness and turmoil of the night
my mind never wants to shut off the fright.
Alone with my thoughts
gripping me, ripping me, tearing me apart,
I’m left feeling lonely, weak and afraid of the dark.
Times passes slowly until mornings dawn
I pass the hours with consistent yawns.
Daybreak, long, lonely hours finally passed,
exhausted and weary, I can finally sleep at last.
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