precisely

bitter is a bell
that rings true
at midnight

sings loudest
in the heart
of the insomniac
who cannot
look away
look away
from the depths
of disillusion

reverberation
echoes hollow

molds melody
from habit

finds comfort
in decision

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A poem a day for 30 days.
In honor of National Poetry Month
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