2007-09-20

A sleepless soul on a Friday night.


It strikes midnight.


The clock chimes.


Saturday morning.


 


 


Most people slumber,


Nobody to call.


In the house,


Darkness.


 


 


Seemingly not alone, but alone,


Tossing and turning.


A restless soul,


A lonely heart.


 


 


Like a madman starts singing.


A burst of energy.


The walls echo.


No applause.


 


 


A desperate gnawing at the heart of the soul.


The mind vibrates.


Snippets of the day haunts.


Ghosts of the past come a-visiting.


 


 


There is nothing to do but wait,


Till sleep comes and lessen the suffering.


Meanwhile, heart, mind and soul,


Twist together in anguish.