Monday

At the crossing of midnight

Beware of thoughts that come at night.
Awoken to the horror in cold sweat,
Of being in a nightmare of terror and fright,
Or re-living your old regret.

Some stay awake, never to enjoy sleep.
For they fear for the dark and the darkness within it,
And with sleep, into the dark they will slip
Fearing never again with the sun they will meet.