THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
Oh how lonely it can be, in the middle hours of the night
As you sit there alone in your chair
Darkness outside, not a sound to be heard
Stillness pierces the ears, Darkness blinds the eyes

Thoughts flow like a river, but in a cascade of color
Fear knocks on the minds door, as a stranger in the night
Too many emotions to control, like insanity is near, yet distant
The slightest sound unidentifiable, as time slowly creeps by

Every hour seems like an eternity
While you hear the ticking of time going by
Stress, depression, waiting to be invited in
As you try to brace the door to the temptation of both
You stumble back to your lonely bed, turn to the wall
Close your weary eyes, give sleep one more try

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 12/9/2008 4:09:07 AM
This is so very true. Those late night waking hours can be tormenting to most. (I work evenings into night and than am up for a while). You describe this very well for it comes from your personal exerience.

tigercatracing   tigercatracing wrote
on 12/9/2008 3:29:24 AM
Yes, I believe I know how you feel. Thank you for expressing this, you did a wonderful job!

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3:00 am can be a difficult time to be awake, when there is no one else around. The loneliness is almost unbearable. The mind an ocean of thoughts.
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