Still of the Night
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone....
Fingers moving rapidly to punch out these words...
Eyes focussed on the tiny panel of lighted words...
While outside, a carcophony of sounds from insects...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone..
Thoughts tumbling heads over heels in my head alone...
Phrases take form and pander to the thoughts that's mine..
As I struggled to organise jumbled thoughts into line..
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
The night gets cold amd how I wished I was not alone..
A kindred soul is who I seek, it matters not from where..
To share thoughts and feelings, here and elsewhere...
Here bathed under the flourescent light I sat alone...
Having doubts that I can continue life, single and all alone...
At work and in play, I have scaled the heights and the lows..
But come nightfall, who goes and who gets to stay I cannot say...
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