This poem was written while I was, appropriately enough, in training for (yet another) night shift security job.
I am a child
A child of night
The darkness excites me
The moon is my light
The hours hold potential
They're empty, unfilled
Some worship sleep
But they're the weak-willed
The freedom intoxicates
The darkness of the night
Fill the emptiness
For darkness I will fight!
Just to clarify: although many times I use the word "darkness" synonymously with "depression," that isn't the case here. Here, "darkness" means just that.
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