Middle of the Night
In the middle of the night,
In the plush comfort of a place called home
I lay down with my parents by my side
I sleep with eyes wide open
Fixed on the white ceiling above
On the shadows cast by a dim bulb
In a way it reflects my mind, i think
Filled with white noise amidst black calm
In the middle of the night,
A solitary tear falls down my cheek
Silently, slowly, hesitantly
As if it is testing the darkness for the eye of an onlooker
I make no attempt to brush it off
For it is the middle of the night
And it is the only time i can let myself be.
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