Solitary
The night comes surely...
And wickedly so as the clock
ticks-tock
The silence stalks me with eyes
wide open
In a dark room...
Fearing not what may be there...
But what is not....
We of the 'Unsleep' dare not watch the clock but breathe in synch with the third beat of the second hand as it sweeps the face of time. I often find myself awake with eyes wide shut. Nice rhythm Jake
There's a wonderful rhythm to this poem which echoes the ticking clock and creates a strong sense of loneliness. Masterful in its brevity and brimful of emptiness...
Nice comparison of ticking sound of a clock, dreadful night surrounded by silence.witty lines :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The silence stalks me with eyes wide open In a dark room... fearing about what is not............. a very fine expressive poem.. thank u dear poet. tony