Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Short Poem

2.33 am

I cannot remember the last time I truly dreamed;
fabricated quandaries and a lover shrouded in mists,
Half-convinced I’m slowly becoming mad–
I look to idle things to keep my
devilish mind at bay.

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