staring at a bright screen <br />into the early hours <br />where restless souls gather in the night <br />to talk about their sorrows and their plight <br />how hard done to they've been <br />how its all been a bad dream <br />its not with them i belong <br />for no one living has done me wrong <br /> <br />ill find a place that i belong <br />without getting drawn into the throng <br />because i don't belong here <br />with the bitter and the boring <br />sitting blinking <br />until the morning <br />silently plotting and scheming types <br />frantically typing <br />creating hype <br />let them get on with it <br />its not for me <br />for i have the real world to see<br /><br />christopher murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/restless-souls/
