Another Late Night Poem by Joshua Hillard

It's another late night,
The time only continues to climb,
My grandfather clock keeps ticking,
Ready to begin it's third chime,

I lay here motionless,
A million things running in my mind,
My own life perhaps,
Thinking what happened before it died,

So many things around continue to change,
Yet each second another is added,
Can never find its cusion for a safe landing,
Now life must go own with the floors unpadded,

One eye can only show a blur,
While the other decodes my fate,
It's a foggy sense of my own imagination,
But my answers are always scheduled late,

How many more restless nights,
Must I endure to become what I must?
Oh see as I see in a mind so packed,
Like a vampire in light I turn to dust,

No dusk or dawn where I exist,
Only visions of life and its true meaning,
The objectives and goals I continue daily,
Quickly make me ask am I a human being?

Were these goals given to me,
For a purpose on my own life?
To stare at the clock so lifeless, so bare,
As the sun begins to break the night?

A million thoughts yet a million questions,
Where are my answers, my remedies I seek?
Bless me my holy savior and save me so,
Let me feel your benevolant hand brush against my cheek,

Show me you are there and haven't let go,
Though things become the utmost difficult,
Because if you have this rope I hold,
Will soon be my answer... around my throat.

To now... I can finally sleep...