From midnight to morning
Words come with no warning
They eack and they squeak
They beg to speak
There's poems and stories
And all sorts of glories
There’s worries and cares
And waves of despairs
There’s love and ache
And fear of heart break
The thoughts in my head
Beg to be read
These valuable words
Want to be heard
But as the clock ticks and tocks
I lay still like a rock
And as if there’s no warning
Midnight becomes morning
I wake from my slumber
And always wonder
Why words that haunted my night
slip away at first light.