Night Poem by Tang Trevor

My mind runs fast and hot,
as the clock just tik and tok.
The sound drives me sober,
but also makes me weaker.

Assets are robbed by the thieves with heart,
while hopes are stolen by the 'dark'.
Just like a bird withour its wings,
a man withoul the soul.

It is not compete and well,
just like living in the hell.
I am so frank
to say it blank.

The night makes me crazy,
also a little bit sissy.
Just think and cry all 'bright',
reminisice the old 'bright'.