Midnight Still

I can’t remember what this used to feel like.
I’m wandering the streets in the wrong order.

The rims of my eyelids burn with midnight still.
Bloodless heart filled with doubt and fear.

I can’t bring myself to peek behind the curtain.
Wishing the wind to blow all the uncertainty away.

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