Past Midnight Poem by Saintdc Reward

Pray the loudness of quietude
as sleep claims it prey
i seek to know some things
since on me no sleep veil fell
tiptoe into rooms awash with darkness
dimlight and lightout dot the way
hearing loud conversations in pure stillness
the duke and duchess snoring away
the din of mosquito flights
armed wit tiny straws set for red sips
no one seems to give a hoot
only but an occasional smack of hips
humans squeezed to comfort
to get the best of their state
a frequent change is not rare to see
as bed clothes are left to fate
smiling faces on crumpled pillows
hugging tight to hold all in
afraid to let go of even an inch
i smile and wonder wat it means
sleep about the sweetest treat
even more sweet in our hectic world
i yawn and try to get my own
but sleep for me is always void.