The Night

it is now half past 2AM

you stare out the window

only seeing the silhouette of a street light,

the lonesome face of the home across the street,

and the blurred apparition of an old willow tree

the world is in a state of calm

as if all your problems could fit in your palm

when you can finally find comfort in silence

when the seconds of the night seem almost timeless

when the dark is enough to fill the void left by those who were able to hurt you while the sun was shinning

as if the dark is a shoulder for you to use when it finally feels safe enough to say "i'm crying"

when the color black consumes the sky, land, and sea

and you feel as if you can do almost anything

you feel like the darkness can make you feel complete

like the loudness of daytime could never compete

and even in the dark, you can still see clear as day

you lay in bed hoping that's this feeling won't go away

@PoetryByRian