Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

Life After Midnight

Life After Midnight

Night after night I sit alone
I wait for the sun to rise to give me freedom
No one to talk to
The world sleeps at 4:20 AM
I watch reruns of Dr. Who
I play games on the computer
I write to a woman in Australia who has become my friend
Knowing she is there soothes my mind and allows me to think
The only life I see is a small rat devouring the cheese I left for him
He has become a pet despite the fact that I will never stroke his fur
I call him Doctor after the character on the TV screen
It is a silent world without ever a word being spoken
Occasionally an idea passes through my dying mind
I stop to write it down keystroke by keystroke
Will I remember it when the sun rises over distant mountains?
The seconds, minutes and hours drag by as if being held back
I know the world keep turning at its regular speed
One thousand miles an hour throughout the night
It’s 4:28 AM and I know the sun will be rising in two hours
I count down the time second by second
Then, once the sunlight fills my bedroom, I will be able to sleep
I will be able to dream until the sun sets in the west
Then I will write, watch TV and feed my pet rat
That is my life
Life without sun.
The life of my dreams

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Doris Culverhouse December 1, 2011 at 5:56 AM I saw a movie the other night with elizabeth and Robert Taylor. it was very good. I forget the name. Is this a real life poem? we had a lizard that lives by our back door and we feed him bugs if we find any. my chicken keeps the bugs cleaned up pretty good.

Sharon Ruebel November 30, 2011 at 12:15 PM Hello Robert, Very interesting and creative writing penned here. Keep up the good work. As Always, Shar

Lizzie Treetop November 30, 2011 at 7:19 AM There is a calmness in the poem, it steals over you like the night you are describing It is so vivid I see it all! In admiration your friend Elizabeth.