Something Old....

WRITTEN 09/16/2008
Late Nite Blues
Around this time is what you call nightAround this time, these tears I try to fightI wait and wait, till no ones in sightTo pour out this emotion of life being un-right Each tear is followed by fearI tightly cover my mouth so no one can hearThe sniffles of my runny noes, & the big gasp of airSo many people to call friends, but no one is thereIf they were, would they dare, to care?.....Ears filled with water, its a mini lakeWonder how many more nights like this can I takeEndurance is running short on fuelCant compare this to Real World's DuelBut is a competition between day & nightPondering if my mind will ever rest before sun lightWishing to go back to counting ones & two'sThis is just part 1, of the late night blues