Awhizzing blur of colour and lights
Blinking incessantly, unnecessarily bright
A daunting weight, crushing and queer
Inexorably hangs over here
Bereft of any form physical
It nonetheless looms, invisible
It whispers nothing, but yet I hear
A warning before an end comes near
Shadows populate the room
Made solid by a light in the gloom
As I think and await the sun
And ponder on what I have not done
With this thought I am frozen, chilled
Is it possible to leave unfulfilled?
But fool that I am, this thought I keep
It's 2AM, and I really must sleep
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