When The Lights are Out

I brush my teeth and go to bed,

I try to find the perfect spot for my head.

The pillow is soft and the bed warm,

Lulling me to sleep and coaxing me into calm.

The lights are out but my mind never sleeps,

I keep my eyes closed and count the sheep.

Eventually, I give up and pick up my phone,

The glow from it changing the room’s colour tone.

I keep scrolling and finding things,

I fight to keep my mind safe from the beings.

The evil assaults my soul,

But my fingers keep up the scroll.

I get tired and rest my eyes,

Only to be awakened by the morning light.

The light chases them away,

But they promise to return some other day.

I crave the comfort and darkness of night,

A relief never provided by light.

The dark knows my fears,

But the light exposes my tears.

The world never could save me,

The light and dark fight over me.

Stretched between them somewhere, I survive,

But, my dear, that is life.