Nights are the Worst

The day brings light
It brings rational and optimisim
There are colors and hopes and dreams

The night brings dark
It brings doubt and uncertainty
There is nothing and emptyness and despair

The day is quick
The night is slow
The day is bustling
The night is crawling

When the sky is light and the curtains drawn
I can breath deep and push forward
I am sure and I am strong

When the sky is dark and the streets vacant
I can’t see and pull back
I am scared and I am vulnerable

The day is fast
The night is long
The day is filled
The night is empty

In the endless darkness I toss and turn
It is the nights I cannot stand alone
Because of my crushing doubts and uncertainties

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