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!~
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