It’s Almost Five and the Sun Still Isn’t Up
It's almost
five,
and the sun
still isn't
up.
All the lights
are off,
everyone who isn't
here is still
asleep.
We stay up
in our
bed.
The shadows
whisper.
We can't hear
what they're
saying,
but they're
saying something
to us.
We can feel
them watching.
Waiting.
Waiting for
a response
they know we'll never
give.
Still, they
wait.
Satisfied.
Satisfied with the
fear they fill
our soul
with.
We can't do
anything.
That's the best part.
All we
can do is wait.
Wait to overflow.
Wait to explode.
To burst.
The shadows,
they wait, too.
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