Up at night again
The clock sing a reverse idea of sleep.
Wide awaken when I want to sleep
But it’s hard to do when my mind decides
what’s best for me.
Mocks the way I think
Another hour surpasses me
Waiting for some zzz to encase me
Like the pillow laying next to me
As the moon drifting away, the sun will be the next thing I will see.
The candle blew out before I could even blink.
The sirens in the distance no longer alarm me.
Guess I will see what the rest of the day holds for me.
Melissa Stein 
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