Nocturne
pitter patter of the rain drops
drop, drop, dropping on my window sill
thoughts I entertain then let lie still
within the stillness of the morning,
mourning the loss of sleep,
it’s 4am and I’m at a loss for words,
words I tried to keep and then
I let slip away along with
the light of day,
what a light burden to pay
for a prayer of sanity
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