The clock has just screamed twelve, <br />I don’t know why it sounds so loud <br />In this empty room with the scattered dreams <br />And the dead TV. <br />A tap is dripping in the background, <br />the cats outside are having a fight <br />and the minutes drag themselves around <br />to be replaced by crawling ones. <br />The dusted books on the self seem so far away <br />And in the magazines another superstar <br />Made the headlines because of his new affair. <br />I don’t know why I keep reading them, <br />Maybe because the newspapers are full <br />With political lies and deaths. <br />The city outside my window is not sleeping either, <br />The passing couple kiss underneath the stars, <br />The ducks sleep on the grass <br />And my Sleep is out there <br />Playing ‘hide and seek’. <br />Maybe I’ll wait for the dawn <br />And when my Sleep will finally return from its trip <br />My alarm will scream again to say <br />That another lonely night has passed <br />With out you by my side..<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-thoughts/
