My Closest Friend
I sit in the darkness of night— my closest friend.
It knows my pain like the back of its hand. It knows the voices in my head like a mother knows her daughter. It knows how tired I always am— like a moth knows light.
The darkness of night watches me peel off my mask of fake smiles and fragile "I'm fine"s.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How I feel about night.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I too find the night my best friend, comforting and nondemanding. It listens and holds one in its protecting arms. A lovely write
Excellent write
Nice poem
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