I slept in a cold dark weary night,
Filled with light in a miniscule size,
I cannot remember the last time
My fright came about.
I feel foreign in a sea of crickets,
I feel stalked by the trees in sight.
None can truly mend my memories
Of the nights I’ve spent in restlessness.
True that I was afraid of the night,
Spent in a distant, silent house.
Far from the endless speed of light,
Booming cars and speeding life.
I shudder in place as the night went on,
I was a brand new creature,
Finding a foreign place to stay.