“One O’Clock”

It’s the hour past midnight
And I’m still wide awake
In my head–
Everyone’s gone silent;
Even the ghosts under my bed;
Yet, my eyes refuse to listen
And the candle’s still begging
To be dead.
It’s the hour past midnight;
Yet, my heart screams,
“Nay! This isn’t the end!”.

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