Stars are glistering, fluttering, <br />but I am still up, <br />waiting for time to stop. <br />Stories are sinking and twirling, <br />but I snare them inside, <br />waiting for a clean slate. <br />A song is on replay, <br />concealing unwavering joys <br />and trials of life, <br />waiting to meet fate, <br />chameleon of future. <br />That light is still <br />shining down-on me, <br />acknowledging me in its only way, <br />waiting to finally drop. <br />I am alone in Darkness, trying to capture me... <br /> <br />My computer is purring, <br />from attention, <br />waiting for more, <br />like us, never satisfied. <br />Keyboards are yelling, <br />about time, waiting for me <br />to stop clicking and hitting- <br />like life. <br />My bed is like a mother's embrace- <br />warm and safe- <br />waiting for a rest, <br />for a timeless sleep. <br />Its covers are hiding books, <br />shouting for me to learn, <br />to acknowledge <br />greed of knowlege, <br />like us, pretenders. <br />I am being trapped into Night, into a horrible plan... <br /> <br />A clock is tick, tocking, <br /> warning me of its season- <br />winter- <br />waiting for me to close my eyes. <br />One lone sock is lying <br />on the floor, <br />waiting to be picked up, like us. <br />A window is ajar, <br />letting in a cool breeze, <br />waiting for me <br />to invite it in, then out, <br />like us, chameleons of ideas. <br />One abandoned shirt is <br />flapping outside, <br />telling me to let it in, <br />waiting for me to wake up, <br />like us, waking up from a dream. <br />Cornered by struggle, up til the break of dawn...<br /><br />Lilly Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-at-night-21/
