A Night to Think About

The short, sweet whistle of the bird wake me

Gripping my pillow I wake up shakily

What was I thinking, I cry almost shrieking

I should not have stayed up all of that night

I regret the night and wish I could light

A candle or two to shed the darkness I fight

Oh how does it feel to lay in the night

How the shadows grip me with all of their might

I don't know why I stay in the night

But I push it away as I see a bright light

And realize that time is now getting tight

This poem is about: 
Me

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