A Night Owl's ReverieA Poem by OctoberDawn
Not finding sleep, I struggle to find my place in this world.
Once upon a midnight hour; before the breaking dawn,
whilst whip-poor-whil doth bask in shadow, before the sun would shine anon.
There he sat against the wall; listlessly reposed,
eyeing inveterate propensities sweat trickled down his nose.
The witching hour came and went; no spectres to behold,
even the gambols of the night are sequestered from the bold.
Conscience seers the sounds pervading; imbibed by ears of gold,
lost to the world he finds himself, a reflection to behold.
© 2012 OctoberDawn
AboutMy name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..