1 AM, 3rd Floor

I hear amidst the silence
Of 1 AM roads
Sounds of faint laughters
Of drunks yet to go home
Roars of engines
Fading into the distant routes
And some of the night crickets
Finding home in the busy cities

Louder it grows
The silence crawls
It’s 2 AM and I should be asleep
I don’t want to count sheep
Blankets should comfort
Silence should be the lullaby
But it grows
It crawls
It seeps into me
Making the night
Sleepless

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