Nightfall

Night falls when it ought

Do not hasten it my love

But do hasten my love

For night cometh

When men shall lay

As though dead

Then shall I

Like a flame, reawakened

Begin my toil

The midnight oil

Shall I burn

Until my dreams are fulfilled

16/08/22

12:45am

Lol, that's all I can say. I like this poem and at the same time I'm wondering, what's it about? I mean, I, the author, have absolutely no idea what was going on in my head when I wrote that poem (probably because years have passed? I mean, I all but forgot about it, haha). 

Please, enjoy it. Like I said earlier, I quite like it else I wouldn't be publishing it, would I?