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.
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