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May 27
Sometimes I have these
moments of time
in which the nights always stand still,
unmoving
and sleepless

A cycle that goes on and on,
with wide opened eyes
waiting for the emptiness void to take over the mind
and give it peace,
from my life

As thoughts and wonders go loose,
wild,
speaking to me,
unwritten poems and songs singing in my head,
stanzas forming,
As tears fall for no reason at all,
except the hope to cry me to sleep

Nights in which the moon shines in the dark sky
lit by the occasional cars that go by,
as no one stays awake,
here,
except me tonight

Endless periods of quietness,
waiting for the sun to rise
dead silence
as no cricket even chirps its song
at this hour

Times where nothing is awake,
living,
except for me,
who looks out the window
onto the paved streets,
waiting for something to come by

These,
are the moments,
in which I feel alive
Vivian
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Vivian  F/Behind the screen
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