The Night
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.
Copyright © Jarryon Paul | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment