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


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