poem 15

"Nighttime"

It's that time of day again,
That I just can't seem to like.
When darkness falls,
The house grows quiet,
And I lie in bed at night.
The emptiness of the world seems to come crashing in,
And I don't want to give in,
But I can't seem to get out.
Until,
Finally,
Sleep claims me,
And,
Hopefully,
My dreams bring a smile to my face.