Hateful of the night.
I hate the night
with it’s ostentatious grasp
over my sleep
manipulating my dreams
my only salacious reprieve
I hate the night
as it takes me into it’s folds
darkness sheltering my weary eyes
yet inviting by unwanted guests
I hate the night
for stealing my rest
for rendering me helpless
to it’s inky seductiveness
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