Night Poem, by ~c.y, at My poetic side

Something about the night,

And the silence it holds within,

Just feels calming to my mind

And all the shadows I home inside.

The time the world

Is fast asleep,

The books, the pages,

The endless scrolls.

I talk to my shadows

As if they’re my dearest friends.

I whisper, “Today was just another

Of all the yesterdays that end.”

The quiet lingers,

Its mark left behind,

For all the thoughts

That get to speak

To such an empty mind.

I pass by all the memories,

The photos and the smiles,

The way my eyes once yelled joy,

And the carefree life I’ve lived.

So I try to find that spark

Of little happiness inside.

I get lost along the way,

The pieces of me left aside.

I indeed adore the night

And the silence it holds within,

For I finally get to see

The person behind deceiving skin.

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