They cry, those who are awake late at night.
Things are too broken to fix.
The empty is too large to fill.
The lonely is too familiar to change.
The purpose is too lost in the dark.
The night is for sleep.
It shows the awake why.
In horrific terrible detail.
It's a Thought 
Nice poem, but sad. And belive me, I know what sadness is :(. I wrote recently a post similar with yours, but is not poetry
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There is something about the middle of the night that makes everything horrible. And then morning comes and you aren’t sure why it was so horrible. Even if you didn’t get enough sleep its not as horrible as it was at 3am.
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Yes, for sure
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I like this. Was this poetry? It couldn’t be poetry because I liked this and I hate poetry … so what was this?
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It was the middle of the night poetry. Maybe that is the kind that works for you. 😉
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Middle of the night poetry … a whole new genre!
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