Awake
I lie awake.
The whirring fan-
A broken heart
Caused by my own hand.
Awake.
A train horn sighs.
A numb brain.
I hate the blackened sky.
The man in the moon laughs
The stars twinkle with delight.
I lie in my bed
Bemoaning the night.
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