2am

I had ten minutes spare between revision, so I thought I'd write a quick clutter of words and call it a poem.

Walking home in the early hours
After another night of alcohol
I’m not drunk, just giddy in the moment

It’s 2 AM and the streets are silent

Only my scuffing shoes are heard
By me, and me alone

Despite being frozen I feel great
No better feeling than the night
and the cold, surrounding me

 

Why don’t more people do this?
Why don’t I do this more often?
Why don’t I feel happy?

Maybe because people have a job

Maybe because I have a dream

Maybe because that dream is unfulfilled

 

I can feel the rumblings of the bomb
I know that if I continue like this

I will self-destruct
Boom!

Then what can I look back on?

Some wonderful memories

But memories don’t pay the bills
My dream will

Reviews

[Honourfish]

Intriguing poem :P I like the idea behind it cause I've been there haplessly wandering at god knows when, and it is a good feeling just the coldness of the night and the silence, it kinda relaxes me and I full well know your dream :P very good poem!