Early Hours... Poem by christopher murphy

Silence surrounds me,
as the early hours draw their cloak
around me.
Locked in their clutches once again.
My only escape is to sleep,
but to sleep one has to be complete.
The restless souls beckon me once more
to my screen.
Another symphony of lost voices
fills my head.
So i write to escape them.
My spiritual being guides me,
away from their mistrust and negativity.
As i write the sunlight pierces the room
the restless souls once again disappear
behind the veil of loneliness.
I smile as another day begins on my journey.