Through the glass window,
Lights flickering in the dark…
The steady drone of the electric fan,
The click-clicking of the keyboard,
Dusty Springfield’s sultry rendition of
The look of love…
Everything else is still.
I am dreading the passing of hours,
The faintest glimmer of light,
The waking of souls
The beginning of life…
I want to but sleep won't come to me.
I have to pay for wasted yesterdays.
I never, ever learn.
No comments:
Post a Comment