Victim Of The Night Poem by Herman Hoyte

You know what needs to be done
As you strive to stay on track
Looking on the goal
Trying not to quick glance back

You yearn to stray aside
You're compelled to stop and turn
Like a child wide awake at night
Who can not help but see bright light

The world asleep your mind alive
Banished from the earths cold side
Racing through this silent land
With hesitant poised raised hand

Holding onto a fleeting thought
For every quiet breath of the peaceful
Who dream, carpeting space around you

Sleeping on
Where you belong
You poor victim of the night