Abating Midnight

Solitude persists

Death makes us wait

So why do we insist

On staying up so late

To talk to friends fake and real

Our thoughts spawn dark dreams

Prevent our heart from being still

As we seek joy in meaningless green

That burns just like our flesh

Can buy food, cars and abodes

But not a battered mind’s rest

To better see brighter roads

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