In the middle of the night,
In a room no bigger than a walk-in closet,
Resides the shiver of a cold breeze,
Bitting and nipping at warm flesh.
The clock ticks away, ticking
Taking timid time to torment thee.
The bedsheets thin as paper, perforated,
serve no protection for thy flesh.
The telephone sitting silently,
No ring tone or pulse is heard in the silence.
The naked walls curious at thy present state,
Walk forward slowly to examine.
The deafening shrill ringing of silence pining
At your sanity, clearly breaking a sweat from thee.
The shining darkness blinding thine eyes, opening
A shadow in thy mind in plan to wrong thee.
A shiver and a creaking break the virgin silence,
A shudder and a breath melts the frozen current of blood.
A sudden ray of hopeful light annihilates the darkness,
And a sudden realization awakens the dormant mind.
"I didn't sleep at all last night," I said
"An entertaining whimper kept me up, and availed at nothing."
And an empty room was left in the wake.
 
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