The long humm
midnight approaches
Jumpy and poorly sewn
you come unstitched
The short bumps and a shriek
a dog barking in succession then dead silence
midnight loses itself in seconds and minutes being dragged further
From it's symmetrical position on the face
The lonliest hour is one, it groans unashamedly
Reprieve at two where some balance is found
Just to be shattered at three witching hour
As shadows conspire and group together
Hovering over the sleeper with those invisible eyes
smirking at the last of your dream as you wake in fright
Then disappearing to torment some other poor soul
Insomnia and haunting feelings compounded by some living quandry
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