In the dark of the night
my mind wanders
taking me down roads I dare not tread
In the dark of the night
the wind howls angrily
creating images of fear and dread
In the dark of the night
there is blackness
evil and thuggery fully at play
In the dark of the night
the sirens sound on
chasing the demons away
In the dark of the night
I am sleepless
reaching to turn on the light
No one can know
what goes on in mind
undercover, in the dark of night.
© Leslie C Dobson
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