In My Cup

I stare at the old flip clock Awaiting my dreams to come Night lingers on and falls My bed feels like a rock Sighing I curl into a ball Half crying myself awake The poster on my wall Reminds me of another date Never mind the long song That plays on my cd’s No tempo could be slower Then what’s coming along Just a little glow from the corner Of my bedroom for some light Wishing I was the coroner Or some old-fashioned kite Letting the night keep me up Insomnia seems on my plate Friends don’t let me die alone With nothing in my cup Russell Sivey