Every Single Night

StephenPBarrett

I haven't written poetry in a long time so here's a crack at it.

Every Single Night

Home again finally
Its 12am and the days is just starting
Whatever day it is
I'm ready to face it all alone again

My mind is racing
There's so much to do before the dawn
Writing, reading, gaming
Informercials and telepharmevangilists

I try to sleep
I even try counting those sheep
It doesn't help
Their incessant bleating keeps me up

I love the stars
They wink at me in the night sky
I can see planets
And I wonder how close they could be

The dawn approaches
The damned sun is too bright and hot
I go back inside
And pretend its because I'll turn to stone

Everyone is waking
I wish I could get some sleep now
I love them
But I'd really rather not have to talk

I like this
I can just pretend to live alone
I love the night
Its my beautiful refuge from the world

Caesar

I enjoyed this piece. It's funny how this mirrors my own attitude about the night. I think most chronic insomniacs would agree with the sentiments. Nice work.