Midnight

I am a sleepless freak.

Staying up late

And wandering in the midnight.

Always sleepless.

Tired eyes.

Quiet place.

A moment most things

Could get better

And get finished

But life has only little time.

I used to wonder

That the more things people have

The lesser time they get.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

The more things people have, the less time they get. Perfect.

[Babe Roxx]

Gosh...I felt your poem, so much...I have these very same thoughts, at night...I only get a few hours sleep...your poem captured the very essence of that emotion. Wonderful.