Free Cee the Midnight Moon Midst Memories of Misery

in the small moments of a sleepless night not even midnight seems contrite the clock's contrition for me is denied when a new day is birthed yet sleep is defied the clock speaks too loudly for sleep to come as i consult a jigger of rum for a source to become numb drink after drink leads me not unto sleep and alas the reason is a secret for the moon to keep the silence of nighttime is shattered by my heart quitude that makes my dreams duly depart rum number seven helps me not at all and for me sleep never comes to call the moon's secrets are never revealed while a hole in my heart is never healed as i lay awake in a cocoon of quilt and much like the moon i have a secret called guilt tiny numbers on the clock appear bedside while sleeplessness is my midnight guide the cock crows in my ears too early at dawn as sunshine soaks the greenery of my front lawn and so i arise to fight and face another damnable day when the moon, by daylight, has been stolen away although the sun screams brightly my world seems ever grey whilst all i have to blame is yesterday (c) 2012 PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~