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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