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The Dread of Night
The dread of night
where I lay alone in the dark
and the abyss presses in
and small sounds
become large
and my loneliness
becomes unbearable
and there’s no reprieve.
Only me.
In my mind it’s all
pine needles
dampness
and a gentle sobbing in the distance
And the dread deepens.
tara caribou | ©️2026
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The loneliness, attacks us, especially late at night, when the world is, even quiter than during the days, we have, no more, distractions, no more, covers to, use…
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That’s for sure.
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Don’t leave me alone with only myself – it’s too loud and unsettling for me to handle.
You have expressed this perfectly here, Tara.
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Sometimes there’s no choice but to face it. Thanks for reading, Chris. I appreciate you.
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How very true.
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It’s that three am curse (local times may vary). 😢
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Yeeeeep. I don’t exactly fully remember writing this, but I know it was after midnight and before 4am. The heaviness in my chest… or my heart…
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That would the time. We’re intimate friends, me and that hour.
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Indeed. Same here. TOO intimate.
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Such dreadful thoughts in the deep darkness. An excellent poem, Tara.
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It’s strange how sometimes I embrace the darkness of night and sometimes it’s oppressive.
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The uninvited guest of loneliness, the stubborn one who refuses to leave. Great succinct piece Tara…as always wonderful!
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Thanks Mark. Yes, the uninvited guest, indeed.
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