Calling of The Night

Calling of The Night

A Poem by Maroon Surreal

I can hear a never-ending buzz.
Vibrating to my ears.
The soft cold thin air.
Embracing.
I looked up
Stared at the ceiling
Thinking
Why am I still awake
Despite of the night's horror
Of what it can cause
Nightmares? Ghastly illusions?
Strange noises of things falling apart.
I might be afraid
But it might also be
The calling of the night
Where the sleepless
Stays awake.

© 2012 Maroon Surreal



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This did make me shiver. I feel like this most nights. Its been years since I slept more than a few hours and you wrote how it feels to me chillingly accurately, as well as wonderfully, as always.

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Maroon Surreal
Maroon Surreal

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Candles and fading sheets, I write my heart of bits. I write poems and other short stories. Really short stories. I'm still learning and willing to learn more, read more and write more. I like .. more..

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A Poem by Maroon Surreal