My Night    by Tara Celli
                         
Sometimes I find myself at night
Staring myself in the eyes right
Outside my own being and then
I crawl back to myself again
So I can sit silent and still
Sometimes I need the quiet chill
That comes after the sun does set
So a can look inside my head

There’s things in there no one else knows
Things I can’t focus on composed
If I bring them up in the day
I’d have to quickly turn away
The tears would flow right down my face
And then I’d need explain my state
This is something I would not do
So I use night to think them through

I use the chill of night’s black dread
To see the thoughts inside my head
Sometimes I wish they’d go away
So I wouldn’t fear night this way
But it’s my tool, myself to sort
So I can see without distort
My life as it does fit to fall
Only in dark I see it all

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