Here Comes The Night Poem by jackie compton

I lay here with my eyes closed type, but wide open.
With the very first breath taken in life.
It marks the beginning of the ending.
Life ending begin with the act of conception.

Here Comes the night.

It comes with the light of birth, and every breath taken
after.
Signal the come of the end.
It come like the fog in the night.
Only to dissapear in the morning light.

I shall not fear the come of the night.
I shall look upon it aa a right of passage to some thing
for better.
Than I have never know.
I can see it.
I can fill it

Here comes the night.