They Have Not Slept Poem by RIC BASTASA

i slept early last night.Eyes ached.
Dreams i cannot remember.
Woke up early to read the cases
I missed. Lots i missed.
I opened FB only to find other
friends whom i thought are early
wakers too.
They have not slept. They can't.
Chat.
she is playing chess on the internet.
she says she is crazy.
Lover is not in the house.
Alone, she must cope up.
Chess is another escape when
Love is not around.
How bitter can life be.
Love who knows? It may be found
within the four corners of the chess board.
Other people do not sleep.
They keep the reasons for themselves.
This is not what you think it should be.
Scribbles. Notes. The life of others.
Too, my own.