One O'Clock

One o’clock

Where has the morning gone?

Hidden by grey curtains

It slipped away

While I lay awake

Unwilling

(Or Unable?)

To get out of bed.

What is the point,

Anyway

Of mornings

Filled with nothing

And no one

But me.

My dreary thoughts

My futile

Hopes and dreams

And plans

That will never

Come to be

Can keep me company

In bed just as well

As anywhere else.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

Yes.. many know this feeling well and when we are like this all we can do is rise..

I like the way this is written..very honest thoughts scribbled to the page..

nicely done..