3 a.m.
Hanging by a limb.
Dying to swim.
The lights dim.
Firelight, bright, cracking in the night.
Pitch black, everything hidden from sight.
The mist crawls and creeps through the air.
Believing this shadows standing there.
Pushing myself towards a scare.
Do I dare?
Shut my eyes, this will go away.
The love of dark gone, wishing for day.
The light sometimes soothing in its own way.
But that's only temporarily.
Hands fumbling for the key.
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I really like this poem, but I don't quite understand it. It may just be the fact that I'm only half awake though.
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