late at night,
my thoughts are a muddle
all the trains standstill
at one station
a complete disarray
impatient passengers
murky smell of sweat
nothing goes in
nothing goes out
sometimes
somewhere
in the distance
lights blink sleepily
the stars yawn
the moon,
a moody madame,
tucks herself between
the clouds.
silence falls.
in this chaos,
sleep finds it way
stealthily
all the despair of the day
disappear into
the safe cavern of dreams
finally a day at the station done
finally all my thoughts
find some sleep.
Author's note:
It's 00:29. It was a draining day, but my thoughts have stopped revolting. Maybe I could sleep peacefully now. Before that, this poem needed to come out. Goodnight.🌌
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