I've come to hate the night

I’ve come to hate the night 

I’ve come to hate the night
That robs me of my peace
That fills my soul with dread
 Making furrowing increase
  

I’ve come to hate the night

The visits from the past
The endless groans of failure
The way the die was cast

I’ve come to hate the night

Awakened from my slumber
Time advanced minutely
A futile count of numbers

I’ve come to hate the night

The chill that fills the air
The heaviness of silence
Impinging everywhere

I’ve come to hate the night
The sense of isolation
The dark night of the soul
That leaves me feeling vacant
 

I’ve come to hate the night
The thoughts, the fears
The feelings
If only it were so
That I were only dreaming

Mike O’Leary – February 2014