the nights are dark all the time
the days have no light to shine
the darkness creeps up behind you
no matter where you run it will find you
no were to hide but the high light
only when you get there ,there is nothing but night
you cring and cower under it's tower
and admit daffeet as you sleep
because when the lights go out darkness sprouts
running agen to a place with no end wishing someone would
hit the lights agen

:?: i hope you like this poem it's the first one i'v made sence like 6th grade :lol: