afraid of the dark?

I’ve always loved the night
although I’ve never liked the dark
I like nights when I can hear the rain
while I’m trying to sleep
and watch the wall, shadows created by a flickering candle
but that night, I was scared

Why was i scared
I’ve always loved the night
As I tried to focus on the flickering candle
i told myself i wasn't afraid, definitely not afraid of the dark
I wasn’t afraid, but I still couldn’t get to sleep
so I just watched the flickering candle, and listened to the rain

As I watched the flickering candle, and listened to the rain
I tried to think of something, anything but being scared
anything to get me to sleep
it was turning into an eerie night
it was darker then I thought it could ever get, darker than dark
I huddled closer to my only source of light, my flickering, hypnotic candle

I had the candle, my flickering, hypnotic candle
I had the rain, the comforting sound of my rain
I had the dark, my darker than dark
I had my fears, I was afraid, I was scared
I had the night, my eerie night
but I couldn’t sleep; I still didn’t have my sleep

I needed to get away, I needed to sleep
it was getting cold; I could feel the heat from the candle
it was irresistibly inviting on such a cold, eerie night
it was colder outside, the wind had let me know, and so had the rain
if I was outside I don’t think I would have been as scared
but I would have been colder, and somehow, as if it were possible, it would be darker, not just darker than dark

i couldn't get away, it was already too dark
I had to get to sleep
I told myself many times over to stop being so scared
it seemed possible when I glanced at the candle
and while I listened to the rain
on that cold night

but it was getting hard to see as the dark grew, when the candle blew out, my flickering candle
and it was harder to get to sleep after my comfort ended, along with the rain
and I wish i could say I was too scared to remember what happened next, but it happens every night.