Midnight Awakenings

Midnight Awakenings

A Poem by Markus Anthony
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I find it hard to sleep past midnight. A lot of throughts just comes in my mind, I can't help but right some of them down.

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The hunger of body
And the soul reaches out
Parents awake, busy
Baking pastries, inventing masks
This time of age I grow weak
For food
In the refrigerator
For company
Of someone in the past.
It keeps me awake past midnight
The fantasy in my brain
Yet I remain docile, solitary
Despite cruising
In the rivers of comfort
In the banks I falter
Enslavin memories
And I drown
And surrender.

I deny love and accept crazy

Will this ever end, my writing
Will I ever get drained
Like the ink in my pen
As the roosters call in the mornight light.
Maybe, it is the end for today
I'll wake again at midnight.

© 2020 Markus Anthony


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There is a melancholy voice in your poetry Markus. In this one your description of insomnia and an overactive mind seems to have a mixed feel. One sense is you simply being accepting of this the other is a deeper scream for sleep!

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Added on April 19, 2020
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Markus Anthony
Markus Anthony

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I'm Markus, a struggling medical student who loves to write poems based on romantic impulses and personal experience. On my own from markanthony.celestial on 8tracks Radio. more..

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