While lovers dream of fairy-tales
I drink caffeine in workers' hell
as blinding lights, fluorescent, pale
my pupils to submissive shells.
*
Surrounded by Zombies, my friends
entertain me like drunken clowns
of the Chucky kind, a movie land
that only lonely stars belong.
*
Behold! the evil witching hour,
when dark tales fly like bats across
the office floor, as others howl
their wanton lust for dawns first tease.
*
Soon, fairy-tale dreamers, angels of light
will release my terrors of the night.
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Originally published at https://medium.com/the-lark/night-shift-sonnet-ecaeafc76a0a
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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