Three A.M. Poem
The touch of
sleeplessness arrives,
its just my restless,
wondering mind
making fun with me.
Its so silent,
all sounds seem
amplified
and loneliness is
poking at me
thru the darkness
of the night.
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment