I Write Poetry
TWO A.M. BOOGIE
(c) 2015 Edward York
It is two A.M. and here I lay,
My eyes are open wide.
My brain is working overtime,
On thoughts that’s still inside.
At three AM I lay here yet,
No slumber can be found.
No person has kept my sleep away,
No one has made a sound.
The hours keep slowly passing by,
Relief cannot be seen,
All that’s seen in front of me,
Are numbers glowing green.
The annoying sounds that usually fade,
While we are fast asleep,
Are amplified in volume now,
And invades our minds too deep.
The Cricket chirps and rustling leaves,
Blend with the howling wind.
And squeaking gates just add to all,
The night that just won’t end.
And as the darkness fades away,
Giving way to morning light.
We become grateful to end the struggle,
That visited us last night.
(c) 2015 Edward York
It is two A.M. and here I lay,
My eyes are open wide.
My brain is working overtime,
On thoughts that’s still inside.
At three AM I lay here yet,
No slumber can be found.
No person has kept my sleep away,
No one has made a sound.
The hours keep slowly passing by,
Relief cannot be seen,
All that’s seen in front of me,
Are numbers glowing green.
The annoying sounds that usually fade,
While we are fast asleep,
Are amplified in volume now,
And invades our minds too deep.
The Cricket chirps and rustling leaves,
Blend with the howling wind.
And squeaking gates just add to all,
The night that just won’t end.
And as the darkness fades away,
Giving way to morning light.
We become grateful to end the struggle,
That visited us last night.
