Modern poetry about midnight

It's past zero o'clock at night

The lark has stopped singing

The night has fallen asleep

Only the clock is beating tirelessly

And I still want to dance with the clock at midnight

In this quiet night

No one can know how ugly my dance steps are, besides

. Everyone feels

inexplicable dreams

So, I decided not to fall asleep

I want to dance with the clock

The clock is constantly beating

My heart is mechanically

constantly beating

No thoughts, no consciousness

No illusory dreams

All of them. I have already woken up

and lost the qualification to dream

. I have already changed from a beautiful girl

to a failed woman

Failure ... Yes, failure

I can't find a better word

to describe me and summarize me

My youth, my dreams

My devotion < What qualifications are there to

integrate into the world of love, the ocean of dreams

However, my heart is beating

my dreams are flying, and my feelings are sublimating

I can't control

the feelings buried in my heart

because! Because

because I am just an

ordinary and fragile woman.