Night

It’s 5 am and I still can’t sleep,
My thoughts, keep haunting me deep.
During the day, I am in the best of my spirits,
I wonder what’s wrong with the nights?

I wonder if it’s insomnia
or is it just the cold.
Just then, my mind laughs,
“Look at that lost 19 year old!”

I always fancied the moon,
Beautiful, inspirational and bright
Little did I know, like me,
Even he is alone through the night.

You may think I am sad
And ask me if all’s good
I would say that I am fine,
All I need is some food.

 

 

-The_LoudSpeaker