This is a small one.
The endless whispers of night have awoken my restless soul.
Can they not leave me alone?
What must I do to get the sleep I so badly need?
Frustration, anger, loneliness… I feel.
For the night haunts me and hunts me.
It is forever my playground and coffin.
My companion, my lover, and my nemesis.
I shall abide in all my days.
©-2006 JB Thomas