I sometimes wonder
If all the world is a joke,
And we, the punchline.
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Dark thoughts are easy,
During the midnight hours.
Dreams seem far away.
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I always find my
Conviction before bed, and
Lose it while I sleep.
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I am my harshest
Critic in the space between
Wakefulness and sleep.
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A thought passes me.
What is the point of it all?
To live? To love? Pain?
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The moon rules the night,
Not outdone by her sister.
This is when she shines.
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The past rushes to
Meet me as I close my eyes,
To be lived again.
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I practices speeches
In the dark, knowing they will
Never see the light.
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These words keep going
Round and round, through my tired
Mind – rest eludes me.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020