When the night comes in its cloak and the light vanishes.
Away. Do you wait unapologetic until morning.
Do you spit into the darkness for stealing one moment one second
of cherished away. Do you curse the turn of your heart to sorrow
in the constant downfall of sleep. Do you curse existance.
In the sorrow, the pitter patter of eyelids. The unavoidable fall
and surrender to how that drowsy turn of each second
twists your fate from sleep to tears. Another night is stolen from me.
Another minute. Another second. Did a child write…. I pray my soul my lord to
take. Hell no! He would write,,, off to the kitchen for ice cream and cookies
and then...
Did Carroll ever ride in my imaginary Z06?
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