Paranoia

Got to thinking about those nights when I was young doing dumb.

Just a little poem I guess.

I sit in the darkness of night, avoiding light, staying out of sight.

Yet I still feel something or somebody just might or even bite, which puts me in a fright.

I rub my eyes twice. now. I see things in the darkness of night I take a deep breath.

Now I know it's going to be a Long Crazy Night. Just another one of those nights that I really don't like.

Will this be the night I build all of my might to fight off this fright.

I sit in the darkness of night, avoiding light, staying out of sight

Author's Note

What ever you want to tell me