He wants to tackle the sombre silence
that darkens and devours the evening;
more daunting than death and violence
it sends the daylight into grieving.
So out he steps into the cold air,
breaking the void with pattering feet,
waging a war against the bare
he stands more upright, beat by beat.
But just then he’s taken aback,
his face in discomfited flush
at sharp noises in swift attack,
his fear would now welcome the hush.
He returns to the light defeated
and drowns the dark with the sound of sleep
dreaming of the night he retreated
and hoping that his fear will not keep.
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