The Night. A poem.

The night is not my friend.
I lie here, encapsulated and encumbered
in darkness’ vice-like grip.

The night is not my friend.
I lie awake, turning and tossing,
trying to escape
my funereal thoughts.

The night is not my friend.
But it returns to goad and sway,
to play me for the fool
and make my wakefulness its own.

The night is not my friend.
And yet, its routine is so reliable,
so infallibly certain,
that I wait with expectancy
for it to claim me.

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