AWAKE
Tis the dead of night, and here I sit typing mere words, Yesterday is done, tomorrow not yet begun, emptiness, Asleep I should be, but find I am not, thoughts unbound, Troubles and worries, tragedies and loss, much undone, All woes that haunt me from deep within, hammering away, Hopes and triumphs, accomplishments and love, adventures all, These off set that which I do not have with some parity, As if life was a game with a score and balance sheet, In this stillness that surrounds me deafening... Sign in to see full entry.