Insomniac living
nocturnal presence
in a world giving
of no pure essence
class assessment
was never given
the choice made
the vessel driven
on into the dim
still before the dawn
never on a whim
to wish the sun be gone
fancy that
to have a cloud in the weather
visions unseen only heard
kept out of mind for the better
cold and dreary silence to fill
the time which time had forgotten
conscious into the night by will
each click of the clock begotten
(3/17/05)
Sean Furlong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomniac-living/
