Night.

I held onto the afternoon,
My fingers tinged light pink,
With fear of what was coming soon,
For night brings time to think.

But like the dawn turns into day,
The day turns into night,
Lost and lonely on my way,
I held the fading light.

And as the sun sank lower still,
I felt the thoughts emerge,
Filling me with icy chill,
As fear and fact converge.

The darkness now consuming stains my mind a shade of black,
And though the sun is coming I know I’m never going back.

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