This poetry is all about feeling anxious and sad when the night comes.
| When the cold wind strokes within your skin,
it keeps on clinging unto your soul.
You don't know why you're being enticed by the moon,
it keeps on glaring out giving a uncomfortable bright light.
The wind of the night seems to be dancing through the dark
pitiful and agonizing. Heart that lingers with grief
seeking for hope and chances
Until the night comes; you are forgiven..