deathly shadows eclipse my visage as the shrill sounds of the passing ambulance rents the air in the dead of night A night when the dim light of the moon is a thankful reminder of a thin thread of visible hope I am aware there is no escaping the darkness I hug it and become one with it The painful sounds of the dying also come and claim it Will the night die and let us see daylight someday? The moon is silent Tonight, even the silence is deathly What kind of night is it? #oneofthosenights #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba