Night Poem
Regret pools at my feet as I cough up black, gooey resignation...
Gravity in league with darkness pulls me ever-closer to my glorious end.
The hateful clock sneers at me as it distracts me once again from my righteous indignation...
And I once again put pen to paper; writing the insignificant little story of my life...
As I breathe in the thick summer air, night falls like a swift blanket, smothering the hateful day's light like a smoldering candle.
And I shall begin again...
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