The Dark Night

I hate the night, it is mostly terrifying

The silence in my head, it speaks horror

I barely move, for fear I might see my fears

My very breathe becomes as loud as the horns of a wagon

The sound of crickets from the nearby bush, they remind me of the wild

My eyes, they are so freaking scared to open

And when I move, it's like the movement of an elephant, coz I hear my feet pound so hard

How could I forget the sound of mosquitoes , they make me wanna cut off my ears

I wouldn't mind hunting them all through the night

And somehow, the worse dreams happen still at night, ahhh, what did the night do to deserve this? I wonder 🤷

Oh ye night! Please be good this time!

Wish me a Goodnight fellas

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