Midnight blues

Does the midnight have a voice
If so, why wouldn’t it answer me
And if not, why is it so cold
That it distantly watches me cry
The ink has enough to worry
In anxiety that I may not oil its lamp next time
Atleast The midnight can  be an confidante that does not judge
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