The silence is a lonely friend
Quietness so often offends
In solitude thoughts become my home
Without distraction lost and alone
The phone rings but its never sincere
No one calls, least no one that cares
Night finds me abandoned by sleep
In darkness my mind starts to creep
Thoughts just endlessly race
How did I come to this place?
4am I fade into dreams
Always angry with conflicting themes
Morning taunts me, wont let me rest
Another day, put to the test
Alone in a cold empty room
Alone in a cold empty room
Copyright© Michael R Wood 2002
great rite and the image was excellent too
typical of the insomniac in us all
thanks,
D.
Jack
I hate cold empty rooms spent enough
time in them...... This is excellent shows the
lonliness in it very well
Take care
Peggy