Pity

(Written around 16 March 2020, 2:48 AM.)

Oh, what a pity,
That the night
Is the night.
That it is the time of day (or night)
When everyone is comatose.

But to fight (or be immune to)
The coma.
What a revelation.
The darkness, the silence.
Reliving the horrors of the light
In the comforting oppression
Of the dark.

Be awake.
Be alive.
Be with me.

Embrace the night.
Find your sight
Away from the light.