• The house is dark, the night alive.

    The rain pours down, flooding the earth.

    I long for a light, for someone's company,

    But I am alone.



    The trees sway in the wind.

    Their waves would be welcoming,

    If not for their eery cries.

    Taunting me, calling to me.



    I try to ignore, try to sleep; no use.

    I am awake, and so is the night.