Poetry

Night…

Who made the night a time of fear ghouls ghosts and spirits
Why does darkness make hearts worry
is light all we need?
If light is all we need,
then why do mornings scare me.
The sun is up,
the ghosts the ghouls the spirits are hiding
waiting for it to be dark
I love them more when they freely roam
It’s the hidden devil that hurts more
The hidden ghost you can’t prepare for
If evil walks around, I can run
If it’s waiting under my bed,
I’ve lost night,
Let your demons dance I’ll dance too
save me in the day
When I can’t see what hurts me….
                                                        
~Rashi Sharma 
Bhopal, India

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