2 am//a poem

2 am
forms the foundations of my thought life
if only dawn could cut through the knife of
my thoughts
perhaps i would a be less
worried person but here i am again, i’m
sorry morning me
that you will suffer
almost as greatly as my thoughts do now
simply because i was unable to
sleep.

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