TwoAM Thoughts [Poem]

Awake in sleeping hours
out of focus; lying still
staring at the cold, hard ceiling
awake against my will

I close my eyes; unpeaceful
awake in unkempt hours
I toss; turning my thoughts around
the world tasting sour

Walk over to the window
and strain my eyes up to the stars
the street lights wink and steal my gaze
and flicker passing cars

Soon the ceiling blocks my vision
and I’m left to ponder walls
the walls are bland and tell no tales
I wander empty halls

My footsteps mark the hallway
underfoot the floorboards creak
and echo hollow hallowed walls
where even souls don’t speak.

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

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