The alarm clock
blares loudly
it is 3 a.m.
as the light
goes out
In the dark
of the early morning
hours
while the world sleeps
desperation seethes
I sit here at my desk
in the same old chair
writing the words
that I hope will reach you
the night light
starts to flicker
as thoughts
of you rush
into my mind
I am a cup
waiting desperately
to be filled.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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