- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING

4:38 a.m.

Inhaling the not-quite-tangible fumes of exhaustion

Of coffee, lighter than midnight and darker than noon

Of darkness, cradling me as it reminds me sunrise must come

Of graphite, scratched across one too many papers

Of numbness, as it teases my muscles and enters my bones

Of day’s dreams, replacing those that sleep should have brought

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