Time
One o'clock strikes
A time of night not many dare seek
Weary limbs move
Begging for rest
Two o'clock strikes
Another hour gone by
'Why oh Why' she cries
Rest is far
Three o'clock strikes
All she hears is noise
Crickets chirp, Clocks tick
Her heart races
Four o'clock strikes
Shadows looming
Hiding truths, Telling lies
She prays for peace
Five o'clock strikes
A threshold bound to break
Exhausted limbs no longer move
Sleep has come.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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