The Silence of the Night

The silence of the night,
My beckon and my call,
To the loneliness inside me,
That consumes my heart, my all.

Why this pang inside of me,
For my friends so dear?
But now they're all asleep,
I am alone here.

To await the morning dawn,
When again they'll rejoin me,
And all of this long nightmare,
Will be just a memory.

Oh why this pang inside of me?

I wrote this at the age of about 12. It was the second poem I wrote, the first was lost and I'm only able to recall a few lines of it.