In the Night

In the night, when I'm not sleeping I get lost in thought.
I take my tongue and roll it along the edges of my teeth
I am lost.
Sitting in my closet with the doors closed, and my back turned on the world
Despite the clock telling me it's four in the morning, the light stays on.
Pacing the room, I leave and go to the kitchen
Walking blindly into this world of darkness, hearing the floor creak beneath me.
I fear that it has been so long that I have wrote more than a few sentences
That my hand will be blistered in the morning when I wake up.
Looking out of the kitchen window, I find the earth is sleeping
Yes even the rain has called it a night.
It is nice when you get up and see some life, something - anything
Just to know, just to have the feeling that you aren't alone.
So as I jot these words down - handwriting like a third grader
I sit in the misery of my mind playing tricks.
It is my minds song, that plays over and over in the dark
For at this time, not a light is to be found inside my head.
It would take some magic - Disneyland magic of some sort
I fear I shall never get to bed,
The words tingle my paper in fear it is true.
Running my fingers through my hair, only to have some fall out
What is the meaning of this mindless trap that I am in?
I fear I shall never know.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003