Mid-Night Oil

I have burned the mid-night oil
and my brain is weary.
I have burned the mid-night oil
and my eyes are teary.

Things look better in daytime.
The darkness brings on thought.
Problems become magnified
and you feel like you are caught

inside a darkened tunnel,
not able to find your way out.
If it wasn't for approaching daylight
you would live in doubt.

You'd doubt the thought inside your head
would ever go away.
You'd doubt the thought could disappear
in the light of day.

You'd doubt the thought could not return
and you'd burn the mid-night oil.
You'd doubt the thought that on the ensuing night
you'd burn the mid-night oil.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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