Poems

Night Routine

Thoughts race
Into my head
Thoughts play the same old game
Of "Who can get them dead"
Lately they have becoming closer
To earning my death
Smiles during the day
But by night they have my breath
When her reassurance of love
Is long gone
What happened to the smile
That I had drawn
It seems to have been erased
By the thoughts
Who have become a part of my routine
Leaving my emotions in knots
I've become insane
My mother calls it crazy
But my happy turns to sad
Oh so very instantly
When your smile
Is so far away
It's not hard
To hate the night compared to day
The darkness takes over
The light is leaving
I sit alone, with thoughts
From fine to weeping
Tears take over
Leaving my eyes
I'm used to it now
It's no longer a surprise
They keep me up till morning
Until I see the sun rise
One night they will succeed
And it won't be a surprise