The Night

I walked amongst the shadows through a solitary door into the night. Where there is nothing, not even a bare glimmer of light. Clouds gather up high like my memories floating on by. With not a twinkling star in sight nor a full moon so bright. As my own footsteps echo in my ear. There is nothing inside of me but this overwhelming and blinding fear. Where do I go? Not even I know. Which way do I turn in this confusing maze of pathways. Where no one stops and no one stays. When will I ever learn? With the sounds of the night a night watchman takes flight. The howling wind like a tortured soul that never ends. Haunting whispers of ghosts from the past. How long will this loneliness last? When will I be strong enough to fight and break free of fear’s icy grip? To let it not tear me apart nor render me defenceless. When does the night end? Where it leaves you outside alone and in distress. Cowering like a child against the darkness with mercy’s hand just out of reach. And with time the dawn will come, ushering the night into the horizon’s keep. No more will I fight the dread of sleep, until the night yet again wakes.