At Night
Night ..full with strange sounds
where nervousness abounds
Night..fills the mind with scenes
of imagined what-might-have-beens
Night..fills the empty heart
loneliness ..lives apart
Night..when the clock ticks slow
restlessness ebbs to ,then fro
Night..a time to sleep and pray
for help to face another day
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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