by Dan Brady
Here comes the night again
Will I make it to the end?
Sleep holds thoughts
I can’t erase,
I pray for mornings
Welcomed face,
Days are long
Nights are longer,
The ticking clock
Grows ever stronger,
And now they’re here
Those night time sounds,
They circle me
And laugh out loud,
Water pipes and
Neighbours fucking,
Please hurry up
And get it done?
Jesus Christ!
Where is the sun?