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Oct 2015
Nine o'clock, it's time for bed,
Time to close my eyes.
The stars and moon have taken hold
Of the sky outside.

It's ten o'clock and I can't sleep,
Though I try and try,
All I can do is lie in bed,
Asking myself, why?

As eleven rolls around,
The minutes ticking by,
My life is so insignificant.
I heave a sad deep sigh.

Midnight comes and goes,
The night keeps getting darker,
And I just stare, wondering
If there is a greater power.

One rears its ugly head,
My eyes refuse to droop.
Maybe sleep will find me
When the hour hand strikes two.

But now it's three and I am lost,
Adrift in memories,
I wonder if there's anyone
Who truly cares for me?

Four comes and goes,
And by the times it's five,
I am utterly exhausted,
But I cannot close my eyes.

Six o'clock, the Sun is up
Another sleepless night.
Can no one tell I'm struggling?
It's right there in black and white.
Savanna Noelle
Written by
Savanna Noelle  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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