I lie awake.
The half moon,
whose soft white shine
invades my room
and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle;
illuminates half of my face
so that the moon and I
can become a whole.
Only me
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside goes the party-goer
-knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories
that won't be found in the morning-
to his rest.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside stumbles the drunkard
-with repressed thoughts and events
that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle-
to his end.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside staggers the broken one
-with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget-
to his death.
Only he
and the silence of 2 AM.
L.T.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
I lie awake.
The half moon,
whose soft white shine
invades my room
and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle;
illuminates half of my face
so that the moon and I
can become a whole.
Only me
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside goes the party-goer
-knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories
that won't be found in the morning-
to his rest.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside stumbles the drunkard
-with repressed thoughts and events
that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle-
to his end.
Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.
Outside staggers the broken one
-with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget-
to his death.
Only he
and the silence of 2 AM.
L.T.
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