there are some nights
that seem to stretch for years,
eons of time spent awake
and laying listless.
a church bell rings,
four times,
and the stars shine
mercilessly overhead.
small things chirp,
and the smell of dew reaches me,
but rest refuses to come,
and i am left sleepless once more.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
there are some nights
that seem to stretch for years,
eons of time spent awake
and laying listless.
a church bell rings,
four times,
and the stars shine
mercilessly overhead.
small things chirp,
and the smell of dew reaches me,
but rest refuses to come,
and i am left sleepless once more.
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