The Night

by Rusheena   May 10, 2007


I don't trust the night because she stares at me
with her cold, bitter eyes
She doesn't welcome with a smile like her sister
She tries to scare me... putting dark illusions in my head
That's why I don't embrace her
That's why I can't face her
That's why I'm a prisoner in my own sanctuary.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jeremy B

    Nice

  • 17 years ago

    by Corruption

    This is great but i love the night she is the thing i look forward to everyday when the sun is beating me down with its cruel rays lol well good job i liked the poem:D:D

    keenan