Other Side of Midnight

Other Side of Midnight

the other side of 12 am

I’m waiting on the morning sun

outside

the world is quiet

…that profound sense

of silence

where one feels truly alone …

achingly isolated

… abandoned

but not wanting to be part

of the milling masses

no desires to be

contributing

to noise pollution…

…too often is this world

too noisy…

chaotic noise as voices

scream to be heard…

is anyone

 actually listening

to the  pandemonium

the jumble of words

weeping souls

heart’s breaking

spirits sagging

under the weight of

burdens ….

...the self-realization

that time and passing years

wait for no one...

a life unlived cannot be

reclaimed

a love unreturned

is a heart

unanswered...

…on the other side

of 12 am

I’m waiting on the

morning sun…

I’m alone

with the silence

…  the day has not yet

begun…

sharonlee©

1-Apr-11