the night

poem of the primal fear of the darkness

under the cover of night lit by the full moon
the world turns a bleak black and white
for no reason the color is drained and plain.

I feel helpless and weak every day its night
at times its hard to sleep with
creaks and groans the darkness makes.

yet animals find comfort even
protection in the night
that I so call evil.

paranoid, scared,and even stupid
they call me though I don't care
because we all fear the night.