Sleepless Nights Poem by Richard Stamper

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the desert moon,
Deep in thought while humming a tune.

Muddled thoughts since I've not slept,
And soon a different feeling crept,
Upon me, one I'll not accept.

Solitude, depression, despair,
Thoughts of suicide always there,
If I were gone, would no one care?

Trying not to frigging lose it,
I turn my thoughts back to music,
Often times that gets me through it.

Try as I might, before too long,
I realize I might be wrong,
Cause now I hum a darker song.

The lyrics ring inside my mind,
Tranquil thoughts I may still find,
I catch my breath, start to unwind.

It seems to me the proper thing,
Is go to bed, stop wondering,
And deal with what my dreams will bring.

(2 June 2005)