Two in the morning

December 8, 2008
By Becki Lawson, Cincinnati, OH

The hour when almost sleeps,

Very few are awake.
The hour when the moon blackens,

And the Beautiful Diamonds in the sky turn to ash.
The hour when the sun betrays us,

And darkness conquers the sky
The hour almost lost,

For only a couple dare to stay awake.
The hour of sorrow: mistakes are being made.
The hour that flies by along side the wind,
And bodies fall to the cement.
The lonely, quiet hour
The hour when emotions are lost

And love is forgotten.

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