Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

The Number Eight

Can’t sleep
My night fades into 
The bright numbers
Of a digital clock

I make coffee
Which at this time of night
Feels good
As it slowly rolls down my throat

Beginning with a single thought
Ten thousand follow
Thoughts 
That make no sense at all

All the while
I stare at the brightness
Of a digital clock
And suddenly realize

The number eight
Is brighter
Than any other number
In the darkness

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Skat A December 19, 2015 at 7:05 PM CJ K:) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups Home Page. I'm also sending an early Christmas Message with Hugs. May you have a blessed Christmas and a happy New Year.. Good luck in all you do, just in case I don't stop a second time before the 2015 ends ~SKAT LOVE~

James Foulk April 9, 2011 at 9:10 PM welcome to poetry soup, hope to see many other poems posted here. this was really a very creative and well written piece of fine poetry.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 9, 2011 at 8:01 PM Welcome to Poetry Soup.. enjoyed reading your creative poetry tonight with it's interesting theme.. hope your time on P.S. will be fun and filled with sharing with luv..