Insomniac living <br />nocturnal presence <br />in a world giving <br />of no pure essence <br />class assessment <br />was never given <br />the choice made <br />the vessel driven <br />on into the dim <br />still before the dawn <br />never on a whim <br />to wish the sun be gone <br /> <br />fancy that <br />to have a cloud in the weather <br />visions unseen only heard <br />kept out of mind for the better <br />cold and dreary silence to fill <br />the time which time had forgotten <br />conscious into the night by will <br />each click of the clock begotten <br /> <br />(3/17/05)<br /><br />Sean Furlong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomniac-living/
