It Comes With the Night

Why do I feel

So heavily

At 10 pm

When the world is dark

The windows frosted

Fingers cold

Hovering over the keyboard

Ready to spill out the way blood pulses through our veins

All the memories and storms and heartache within

Even when the daybreak brings joy and cheer

When the moon comes round once more

There is a darkness on the fringes

A hollow weight

Like the gush of a broken dam

Ready to break


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