Pins and needles

The pain of the midnight dread
seeps into every fibre of my being
lost and afraid.

All of the stars have gone out
tonight to dance with yesterday
who takes tea on Sundays
with regret.

And so I am left
with the pain of the midnight dread
gnawing at my ankles
and making mountains
out of molehills.

One day (maybe)
I’ll rest in peace
instead of kicking off the sheets.

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