It wakes close to midnight
yet her eyes are closed
for she does not want to see
her tears streaming on the first
the first hour of the day
yet she will stir and shiver

It wakes so close to the time of dreams
as the tears fall from her eyes onto her silken pillow
in her garden of despair and loneliness
the birds of despondency start chirping
all seems to be getting colder and darker
this is the most scary of times

I fear to write any more
for I think it wakes
I better lay down
put the covers over my head
I will pretend to sleep
or even sprawled playing dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
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