Poem 410 – 04:00

Too late to sleep, too soon to rise,
Four o’clock passes my eyes,
A tragic time which I ignore
Most often, for my eyes are sealed
But tonight they defy my heart-felt whim
And I lie awake, unable to rest
Out of sensibility for a moment
To fade in again.

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