midnights rolls in
everythings forgotten
taking pages from
every book that has
ever gotten, through
to me, loosely, losing
sight, some day I just think
I might come to grips
with losing light
eyes that wander over slight
missteps, staying stressed,
leave it all to be addressed
by the hands that shape the words
taking letters taking turns
take too long to fall asleep
hear the clock tick
hear the thoughts click
with the clouds thick
overhead, always storming
in my head always storming
in my head.