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It’s four in the morning followed by a sleepless night,
Many things I should be worrying about,
Troubles that I can’t seem to run out,
But I can hear the sound of crickets.

Ground under my feet has been shifting,
Dreams are cracking, I should be scared,
Air swishing around the fan and clock’s ticking,

And I listen to the sound of crickets.

Uncertainty of things I cared about,
Changes that I am scared about,
A small ray of hope and a long way to go,
 But I can hear the sound of crickets.

Sometimes that’s all we need,
To listen to the sound of crickets,
let it fill the dark empty silence,
Until the night passes.

-N

 

Photographer unknown  
Poetry © Copyright 2017, Opinionated Head

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