In the night, I lay, still as men shout in the dark they laugh

In the night, I lay, still
as men shout in the dark
they laugh loudly and
without fear for they
are drunk, and alcohol
can bring forth a breed
of confidence that
years of therapy
never could

I lay still,
and I listen
as they shout and cry,
there is a smash
and I think of how
someone has now lost their confidence,
how it is slowly swirling down the drain

I lay and I wonder
why I feel so afraid,
tucked inside my bed,
whilst these men are fearless
of the night in which they dance