Dwells On. . .

Night creeps in
Taking what it wishes.
From within, I look out the den.
Its piercing eyes just stare back.

Do I really want to face it?
It has hit me so many times before-
Or should I just quit?
Allow it to beat me to a pulp and die?

The only deed I've done was hide-
To keep my emotions to myself,
I've taken only their side,
And now they've come for me . . .

Why now after months of civil actions
Does this pain still rip at me?
That some of it is because of reactions-
Was I meant to get mad and lose it all?