Night

A gray light,
A dark room.

Covered by blankets,
Surrounded by dreams.

Fears unbounded,
Hopes enchained.

A drowning silence,
A silent noise.

Eyes open,
And fists closed.

How I hate the night.

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By Keith Survell

Geek, professional programmer, amateur photographer, crazy rabbit guy, only slightly obsessed with cute things.