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