The Night

What is it like to lose to the night?

To the imperturbed dying of the light?

In all its serenity, the menacing abyss

Of lost minds, lost words, lurking in the shadows.

Have you felt calmer before?

Than when the numbness of the night burns you to the core?

I know I must tread carefully, I must not ignite

The embers of the thoughts that set my mind on fire.

What is it like to lose to the night?

To recall the wasted tears and broken ties?

In all its glory, it kills the reveries

And rewrites sadness in all the stories.

Have you felt more raging before?

Than when the numbness of the night hurts you a little more?

And you know you can do nothing to make it right.

You lose to the darkness, you lose to the night.