Nothing compares to the world 
after midnight. 
A strange place
where humans and rejected thoughts
roam to prey upon those who fight slumber

A quiet place.
A place where quiet becomes a perk.
Quiet becomes beauty.

I am awake,
battling the light bulb;
who will go out first?
Awake
boxing sleep,
full eight rounds, 
suited in black Everlast.
Awake fighting against 5% happiness.
Awake seeking peace 
in it’s extinction.

by. Phil G. Steverson