Night Poem by Richard Betts

Night



The night; it beckons me,
And the wind; it calls my name.
The moon; it smiles at me,
But the stars confess their pain.

The dark; it speaks to me,
It discloses and conceals.
The silence; it haunts me,
All it hides and yet reveals.

The darkness; it holds me
Like a holster grips a gun.
The shadows; they teach me,
From the blackness blooms the sun.

The dark; it follows me,
And it will for all my years.
The night; it swallows me,
Engulfing all my fears.

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Richard Betts

Richard Betts

Philadelphia, PA
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