Middle Of The Night

In middle of night,
I wake in a fright.

Its come back again,
and I wonder when
to dare
close my eyes to light,
and banish that sight

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Middle Of The Night

  1. Unfortunately those kinds of moments can ‘t be gotten rid of so easily~


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