Monday, 15 July 2013


It’s 4 a.m. (again) and sleep is over
until I need to be awake, when tiredness
will try its best to knock me out (again).

Before the dawn, the night is at its darkest:
the place where life’s demented moods are rooted.

Hurrah! How splendid! Morning light is here,
along with all the lovely morning thoughts it spews.

I’ve waited ‘til the sun appears,
to seek the shade of daytime fears.

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