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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/1/2011 5:56:00 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.
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Date: 11/30/2011 12:15:00 PM
Hello Robert, Very interesting and creative writing penned here. Keep up the good work. As Always, Shar
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Date: 11/30/2011 7:19:00 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.
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