in the middle of the night I begin to wonder.
I'm kept awake be the lightning and thunder.
the sound has me transfixed.
my feeling towards thunderstorms are mixed.
what is lurking in the dark I know not,
yet to be scared of it I have been taught.
the being, if real, I hope to never meet.
for now I remain cowering under my sheets.
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I can't sleep poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!
