If the End Is Near

If the end is near
It will be clear
Yet full of black
Not a single crack
Not bright
No light
Full of fright
In the deep of the night

Afraid of the night
He hides from it
Relies on light
Wants only to quit
He hates fright
Loves life
He dreads the night
When his life comes to an end
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This is the very first poem I ever wrote, when I was 12. I only rediscovered it recently