When darkness fully settles
Eating everything outside my window
In the silence of a town
That almost seemingly sleeps before
Cinderella time.
I hear them
The unmistakable voice of my thoughts
It's then i take stock
It's then I'm held accountable
Of things I'd said I'd do in the day,
Week, month, year.
My 1 AM thoughts either
Leave me depressed or pitying myself
If I'm lucky, she's the subject of thoughts
She that shines in my life
Then I'm left smiling foolishly at the darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem