By terry
Date: 5 January 2001
Midnight
It midnight now
As moonlight washes across the window
Turning black to grey
Turning the night into morning and my sleeplessness
Continues unchecked by the dancing shadows outside.
Which means one thing
More time to think
And less to dream.
More time to hurt
As the night grows longer
Every day.
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