Oh To Be Friends With The Night Poem by Barry Pook

Oh it's so hard at the mo,
To be one with the night wanting it so,
Another pill, another cup of tea again,
Blocking the thoughts, and fears I must now refrain.

Using the day to make a plan,
Returning home once more, never where I began,
Breathing slowly and deeply, one, two, three,
To utilize the dusk instead, not bother me.

Time I used the evening to rest,
To wake up lively, feeling refreshed and not depressed,
I must not panic and not worry,
Then friendship with the night will sooner surely hurry.