Night wanders

It is when I cannot sleep

That is when I weep

Compelling thoughts I’ve never shared

Secrets I cannot bare

In the silence of the night

The cool dark air

Waiting for the coming dawn

I whisper my truths to the room

A feeling of freedom, a feeling of grief

Spilling it all out, like a jar full of beads that just hit the ground

I know I am alone, in the darkness I’m home

Yet I fear someone is around

How quiet the world and soft the noise

Street lights spilling into the room

Casting shadows through the window pane

It’s not a starlit night yet there isn’t a cloud in sight

A peculiar time, wrapped up in this head of mine

-Mid

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