Not even a yawn comes to me as I sit in an illuminated room
The clock is ticking my life away; I’ll be old very soon
But something about that certain time of night
When it’s really the morning, but not quite
It draws me to its peaceful essence
I’m the only one whose presence
Is noted in the sight
Of midnight
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
