Late at Night (#1094)

Empty thoughts fill my mind somehow blanketing me,
My room is pitch black where I cannot see,
The only light is my clock that reads in neon green,
My bed’s shadow seems the oddest thing I’ve seen,
I’m beyond tired, and it’s already midnight,
I can’t sleep, and I’m watching the clock’s light,
I have no thoughts but reminisce about dreams,
When I squint my eyes, I can see neon green beams,
I’m going to close my eyes and try to fall to sleep,
Silence abounds and soon in the dreams I’m deep.

Any Thoughts?

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