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...