Teardown curtain, let morn in;
Feel good anarchy!
A savage storm has laid siege to the night.
But I am warm and cozy in my bed.
Finally, I can get some sleep tonight;
the thunder drowns the white noise in my head.
Lightning flashes and my eyelids turn red.
And yet I feel the blessed heaviness
guide me slowly into vast nothingness.
NaPoWriMo Day #17
Poetry form: Rhyme Royal
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