Night

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I stand erect, gazing at the landscape,

Which more often than not,

Has served as my respite, my escape,

From the harsh realities which strike me, stiff and taut.

 

But today is different, a little too strange,

For the humiliation I suffered still haunts,

And my mind still races at top speed, deranged,

Conjuring up images from the past, to gibe and taunt.

 

As time moves on, in its usual sluggish pace,

I see the shadows grow, and toward me, they crawl,

Touching my feet, then crawling up the lace,

Not stopping even after they have devoured me to the last.

 

I see the moon pouring its silvery light,

Which plays deceptively at the landscape below;

Causing the wide expanse to look like a hole, tiny and tight,

And constricting my throat in fear, yet trying to call out, “Hello!”

 

So, there goes my one and only respite,

Thrown to the wind for all I care.

For, my solid respite has turned traitor, full of venom and spite,

And filled me with fear, utter and devastating fear.

 

O, night, The friend I trust,

O, night, the relation I love,

Thou hast made me choose wrong,

For Die I must, and die I will in your good memory.