At two a.m. the world is quiet
engulfed in darkness
thick with worry
waiting for the clock
...
to
...
tick
...
time moves s l o w e r
-
the seconds c r a w l
-
listening for any sound
the weight of sleep
h
a
n
g
s
round my neck
pull
-ing on my heavy eyes
dreams are calling
but they
must
wait
Don't you see how others flock to you?
The clock chimes thrice
.
.
.
I finally e x h a l e
let the silence
s
w
a
l
l
o
w
me
surrender now
in the darkness
sleep is waiting
upon my tear-stained pillowcase
dreams of y e s t e r y e a r
p
u
l
l
me into worlds
where worry wanes
until tomorrow
...
for now we're all fast asleep
...
and safe.
About the Creator
A. J. Schoenfeld
I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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