Night  
is something we all sleep in,  
accepting that the day we love  
has disappeared and now we rest  
for tomorrow.

Night  
to us is something we're afraid  
to look into and say that we can  
stay to think about it as the   
darkness surrounds us.

Night   
is what comforts us in our solitude  
as we accept it as an old friend  
knowing that when the day goes away,  
night comes again.

Night  
comes to haunt us in our darkest times  
when we're trapped in an abyss of sorrow  
and suffering from an insomnia of thoughts  
to keep us awake.

Night  
is an open fire to keep us warm,  
the sky that gives the heat we feel  
when we see all the stars and the moon  
peering on us.

Night  
is a blizzard we're trapped in,  
emotions buried underneath the fluff  
with only tears to soothe the pain,  
fading into slumber.

Night  
is something we look at differently,  
seeing everyone's secrets  
revealing themselves at  
the darkest of hours.

Night will always come,  
but we'll never be prepared.