Now I never tire!                   Long, blank hours
I am awake, breathing,              blink past
all night, conscious,               uncertain why
lingering past the                  the darkness does
point where the                     not inspire me.
whole world
fails.                              I see the cities
                                    stolen in slumber,
Ha!                                 each weary excuse
The midnight hours                  falling
have new meaning.                   until I am
I revel in countless                alone in darkness
minutes, free to                    squirming and sighing,
do anything except                  waiting for a companion
dream.                              to awaken.

3/95

View this poem with Tom's notes

---

Back to Tom's Writing Samples