Restless Date: Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 07:44:40 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: FleurdeSang 2:45 a.m., The clock mocks me with those neon numbers, Reminders of this horrid insomnia... I yearn for just a second of slumber, My eyes are weary, Yet, my mind is a restless city, Endless thread of thoughts linked to nothing, Voices clawing at my sanity, I must write… My fingers tremble with anticipation, To feel the comforting coolness of my pen, To weave tales of Nostalgia and Beauty, Songs of You… No sound, But the rhythmic beat of my heart, The agitating Tick-Tock of that 12 numbered face, The soothing melody of crickets and cool breezes, The incessant clicking of my blinking eyes… Dreams are left to be dreamt another night, As Day grows ever near… I write in total darkness, Hidden beneath a blanket of shadows, Tormented by the Voices that wish to be heard, Their tales waiting to be told… My dusty bed yawns, rolls over, and falls asleep, It will have no occupant tonight… The Sandman, With a, “Whenever you’re ready,” Sits beside me, And waits… 3:05 a.m., The Voices have grown quiet, If only for a moment, And I recline on an old blue couch, Groaning as I lay, realizing I will sleep upon it once more… Hoping for flights of fancy and blissful slumber, I close these somnolent eyes, And listen, For Sleep’s sweet lullaby… This poem is Copyright © FleurdeSang Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=92964