Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night, In the plush comfort of a place called home I lay down with my parents by my side I sleep with eyes wide open Fixed on the white ceiling above On the shadows cast by a dim bulb In a way it reflects my mind, i think Filled with white noise amidst black calm In the middle of the night, A solitary tear falls down my cheek Silently, slowly, hesitantly As if it is testing the darkness for the eye of an onlooker I make no attempt to brush it off For it is the middle of the night And it is the only time i can let myself be.