Midnight – A Poem

I am awake at midnight.

This is not right.

I blew my nose and snot came out of my eye.

That was even wronger.

Still, it is good to be



And I am happy that I get to wake up tomorrow to her.

That feels very right.

To lay her demons down

Every breath at a time.


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