Afraid Of The Nightfall Poem by Nick Kler

Trumpets of silence
Drums of loneliness
Strumming on her guitar
In the background
Is dense darkness

One by one
All the stars
they come out
Singing beautiful
melancholic songs
All night long

Some of em
I've heard before
And others,
they are newly composed

Sometimes, I wonder
Who are they really singing for?
Maybe, for all those insomniacs
Sitting upon the edge of their bed
All through the night
Afraid of quietness

Nick Kler