Sunday Night Poem by Solomon Senxer

Staying awake this hour of midnight,
Lonely sitting without anyone,
For any kind of conversation,
In this big empty hall situation,
I feel despondent and abandoned,
As if there's no more morrow's daylight!

The dimly lit hall looks like my heart,
The bright day is gone, the night is long,
Sleep stays not and the mind is not calm,
Yes of the day's work, there is a qualm,
What possibly could I have done wrong?
I long for the dawn for a new start!

The slow whirling fan seems to not care,
The presence of many or any,
Doing what it knows and is called for,
Cooling the summer heatwave indoor,
It makes me think though ordinary,
To stay put without any despair.