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Time for Bed

by Thomas K. Hunt

The night stillness
The humming of the night
Lays across the emptiness
That’s missing in the light

Late night sittings
Wrapped up tight in me
My mind begins to wander
When the light begins to flee

I myself my only friend
Each night I come to call
Sit in my surroundings
behind my guarded walls

No one knows me better
I can even read my mind
I make it look so easy
I'm right all of the time

Past, present, and future thoughts
Run silent in the dark
Some brush right by me
While others leave a mark

Spoken words without sound
Hours turn to waste
Eyes look to the hands
For the answer’s in the face

The hour falls upon me
Closed eyes now only dream
The night falls horizontal
For my only friend and me

07/15/2006

Posted on 07/15/2006
Copyright © 2021 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/15/06 at 05:40 AM

"Late night sittings Wrapped up tight in me My mind begins to wander When the light begins to flee" ... Thomas, your second stanza hit me like a brick. I thought you were talking about me. You expressed your thoughts in a poetic and very comprehensive way. Very thought provoking. Thanks for the read. Kyle Anne

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/06 at 02:40 PM

Oh this is sad and beautiful. I love poetry that flows and rhymes ~ my favorite kind of poem. And you deliver it perfectmundo. Jill

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/18/06 at 02:43 PM

And oh, how I can relate. Especially with this part:

I myself my only friend
Each night I come to call
Sit in my surroundings
Behind my guarded wall

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/06 at 04:17 PM

Thought provoking read that reminds me of some of my own musings while drifting off. I especially like S5.

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