Thursday, August 4, 2011


I wrote this poem for English. 

The Insomniacs
Half closed eyes and cups of tea
Turning and pacing up and down, 
Fingers flitting across a keyboard
Leaving the house, leaving
attempting to calm their mind

Trying to find meaning 
in the world they're already bored with 
choosing to wander when
all is dark and quiet and still

Drift to the shadowed park
Meet a fellow wanderer who
like them, prefers stillness to bustle
Wide eyes and open hands greet 
the newcomer, with slouching stance

Falls into step, meandering
along the quiet back streets
chuckling at the others' sarcasm
Friends, until the next night when
they meet again as strangers, continuing
their solemn march into the young hours. 

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