My Old Friend- The Night

It keeps getting dark

So fast that I have no time

To silence my thoughts

My mind failing to comply

 

Deep breaths of cold air

As my heart warms up to him

My old friend returns

Darkness creeping in slowly

 

He first covers me

In a familiar blanket

Of fake peacefulness

To hide the anxiety

 

He whispers secrets

To keep me calm and quiet

But he does not know

I hate when old friends visit

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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