Eight
Can’t sleep
My night fades into
The bright numbers
Of a digital clock
I make coffee
Which at this time of night
Feels good
As it slowly
Rolls down my throat
Beginning
With a single thought
Ten thousand follow
Thoughts
That make no sense at all
All the while
I stare
At the brightness
Of a digital clock
And suddenly realize
The number eight
Is brighter
Than any other number... In the darkness
nightmute
And I am left to wonder which digit the 8 appears in. I like how you've personalized that number, bright and stark as you lay or drink of your coffee.
And I am left to wonder which digit the 8 appears in. I like how you've personalized that number, bright and stark as you lay or drink of your coffee.
nimal p. dunuhinga
LUCKY IT'S NOT A NIGHTMARE?
LUCKY IT'S NOT A NIGHTMARE?
Turn that clock around sometimes I think it is 7 and it is only 2..What a feeling and what a great write..Floreann