Good Night Poem by Joshua Swanson

There is nothing in this awful time of ours,
Nothing that can cover our fatal scars,
Nothing that can shut out all the rest,
Nothing that can give it all its best.

Walking in the black-driven night,
Looking all around, looking for a light.
Something is just completely wrong,
For every single person is gone.

'Where is everybody? ' you may ask yourself,
'You are all alone', is a thought you musn't delve.
You are not alone, for someone is behind you,
You wouldn't know this, but you are someone he'd pursue.

He doesn't want you to know he is there,
But you see no one, not here not anywhere.
Do I have to tell you the end of this story, so true,
No. I think you know it, so I say now adieu.

Good Night