Challenge
I'm posting this at midnight. Write a poem about your late nights, your aches, your laughs, your last thoughts before sleep, your dreams. Write about the way you feel, especially if right now is a late night.
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you’re one of them
Eleven o'clock
on the dot.
They're taking over
my thoughts.
It's growing quiet
outside.
It's growing loud
in my mind.
I'm screaming
on paper.
I'm dreaming
wide awake.
It's that time
of the night,
when my demons
come out to play.