The Night

It was angry

And clouded 

I escaped myself and my rage

And returned slightly less so

angry and clouded 

Personal space ruined

The need for solitude

Darkness and light

The madness in me loved the turmoil

The peacemaker fought the urge to fight 

and the manic wanted war

The struggle of the night

Shaped in the form of an unwanted visitor

Who overstayed the welcome

Having dreams of better days

But also screams of punches

It wouldn't help, would it?

I could only escape into the night 

And find solace in the blue blanket

The all knowing

Not making it easy to choose 

but focusing inward helped

The thinker decided

It was best to ignore