Calling of The NightA Poem by Maroon SurrealI can hear a never-ending buzz. Vibrating to my ears. The soft cold thin air. Embracing. I looked up Stared at the ceiling Thinking Why am I still awake Despite of the night's horror Of what it can cause Nightmares? Ghastly illusions? Strange noises of things falling apart. I might be afraid But it might also be The calling of the night Where the sleepless Stays awake.
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StatsAuthorMaroon SurrealAboutCandles and fading sheets, I write my heart of bits. I write poems and other short stories. Really short stories. I'm still learning and willing to learn more, read more and write more. I like .. more..Writing
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