Night is dark, unending,
Erie and quiet.
Crowding, pushing you forward,
Toward the unknown.
Rain, cold and wet.
Pelting from heaven,
An unstoppable beat,
Soaking you to the bone.
Fear, deep and disturbing,
Settles over you, around you.
The unknown, closed within the night,
Freezing you in place.
Hope begins to fill you,
Attacking the darkness.
No matter what your day,
Tomorrow will bring the light.
Pat Sinclair
12 May 2011
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