What of the Night 2
What of the night?
With tears of torture, I turned to The Rock.
With sword and shield provided, I fight.
What of the night?
A dark tunnel, a horrible pit, I struggle.
I have hope and confidence; I will survive.
What of the night?
I know no doom, and I overcome the gloominess.
The fright subsides, and I begin to thrive.
What of the night?
I'm not alone, and I know where I belong.
The darkness knocks, and I refuse to answer.
What of the night?
My peace does not retreat;
My sleep is sweet.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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