I Am Still Awake

There is a thing called sleeplessness
and there are things that

shuffle
in the night;
things that go bump and things that rustle.
These things make the slightest of noises
but I hear them all because it’s -
quiet.

I hear the breeze that passes over my head,
its cold sweep leaving me stiff,
numb and helpless under my sheets.
I hear the ticking of the clock, each minute
nagging at me to sleep.

I hear the rustling of pieces of paper left
stranded on my desk,
pieces of my unfinished business.

I hear it all,
because it’s - quiet
now.
I hear it all because I am
awake.

This entry was posted by sloshblob, on Sunday, August 12, 2007. You can leave your response.