Late Night Poem by Gabrielle Tastet
Late Night
In my room,
It's late.
Very late.
Or is the clock just ahead?
Who knows, who cares...
All I know is the darkness.
It overwhelms my senses.
During the day,
This is my sanctuary.
At night the darkness becomes my hell.
The thoughts,
They don't stop
Running through
My head.
Then,
Suddenly, I can't breathe.
Can't feel a thing.
And then I'm asleep
When
I wake,
If
I wake,
The light will have returned.
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