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Midnight tore

It’s more than 1 at midnight.
Do you have time to hearken?
When your eyes are shutting down
I know that your hard-working hasn’t paid yet,
But I want you this time,
As I feel solitary at night.

As all the immorality of mine,
Are weeping in my grief.
Is it the sky darker than me?

Built with the thunder and rain,
I’m feeling all the guiltier pain.
All those moments are awakened again,
One by one they are making my deeds vain.
I’m stuck with the thoughts of getting nasty, with no shame,
Is there someone who could listen to all my pain?
It’s more than 1 at midnight, my demons are ready to fight.
-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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