*Number four*, **I’ve laid down**
On its *break of day*, **I’ve stirred**
*No qualms.. no fears.*

**Lingered another hour,**
This **frosty feeling** – for *I can’t break out;*
**Gloomed** by the* shades of darkness & beam.*

*The moon.. the stars..*
**They even smirked at me**
**Revealing each superb facet**, I see.

**Single-handedly** as *I stroll*
Literal or thy my innermost;
*Goodbye.. Adieu.. I’m all-in now.*

**Prospect did last**
I thought we’ll go,
But he mumbles **“No”**.

My thoughts’ *voyage*
Was **battling with languor & torpor**;
*If only I could,*
**I’m not here anymore.**