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Jul 2013
The night is at it's darkest
right at the point when it's not sure
if it's late night or early morning.

And I'm up and wanting to go somewhere
away from this boring place
where I am trapped at the night.

I never want to get up and do something during the "waking hours"
The sun is too hot, to forceful, I don't know...

The moon is cool, peaceful.
Inviting you to do something on your own.


But I'm stuck not just to a house, but to a single room.

I wish I could get out and do my own thing.



And I will......someday.....
I'm literally writing what I'm thinking exactly to myself here, haha. It's not poetry, just a record to myself so that when I have my own apartment and can just do whatever at midnight and not have to worry about waking people up, I'll know to fully appreciate it :)
Zephyr
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