There’s a moment
during the still, heavy night
where my senses are awakened
the darkness wrapping itself around me
my body quivering
my mind sharp
And my attention is focussed,
albeit fleetingly
on our fragile existence
our frailty and innocence
trusting strangers to fade into the fog
listening to loved ones’ soft breath
the covers rising with rhythmic grace
As hundreds sleep or despair
While the world turns
and the guns fire
The blazing bullets of sleep
Crashing home to my eyelids
Allowing me to once again forget
and slumber till morn
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