dark hours

does the night comfort you?
or does it solidify your fears.
like terrors that tingle up your spine.
the tremors in your hands, a tell all sign.
but if you kept it all inside,
i’m sure it’d just eat you alive.

i was never one for early mornings,
didn’t care for the sun rise.
because the dawn always breaks,
when i’m still trying to sleep.
though the suns new warmth,
cuts through the night cold like a knife.

i think i fear the new day more,
then the quickly setting sun.
my eyes sting less,
when the moon beams hum.
my breath calms with the cool winds,
through the silence of the night.

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