Wide eyed night

The grasp tightens as the late night moon rests. Deep in the consuming darkness of the final hour, fears settle on my mind. I can hear stupidity mocking my thoughts: "don't be foolish" it rings out, but my trembling fingers still rattle. It is in this hour that my mind circulates, compiling all woes and dilemas ready to assess. It is now that my sanity lies dormant; having taken the late night farewell and  slipped off to bed. Thump, my heart sounds into my stomach. A little movement pulses through my toes, the remainder of my body struck with fatigue. I can feel the tiredness begging to release, but the tension will not extinguish through my wide eyes. Late night thinking, by the morning you'll be gone.