Post College Works... ZERO HOUR

APR 17, 2000

ZERO HOUR

It is so hard to sleep.

At a time one needs it so badly,

it would not come to bring rest.

The Sandman smiles wryly as I curse.

My mind is flying at speed.

I am thinking of everything all at once.

I turn the other way once more

as the sheets have grown too warm.

When I wake, I am still uneasy.

I am at the mercy once again of thoughts...

I have done something I may regret.

Somebody help me!

I don't remember how I ended up here.

I built it, fortified it, and isolated it.

I have become trapped in my own cage.

I know I can never get out.

As the hours pass drearily,

my mind is losing control.

As the time draws ever near,

I am alone in facing my deeds.

This I wrote after I secretly sent a bouquet of roses to a lady I was interested in..  Ahahahahahaha.