A Night to Think About
The short, sweet whistle of the bird wake me
Gripping my pillow I wake up shakily
What was I thinking, I cry almost shrieking
I should not have stayed up all of that night
I regret the night and wish I could light
A candle or two to shed the darkness I fight
Oh how does it feel to lay in the night
How the shadows grip me with all of their might
I don't know why I stay in the night
But I push it away as I see a bright light
And realize that time is now getting tight
This poem is about:
Me