When all the world sleeps and snores along..
I sit and hum my melancholy song..
When will sleep find me too..
And take me into fantasies new..

What dreams have i missed in waking hours..
Whose face didnt i see today..
I guess this i never will know..
For what is gone again will never show..

Over long nights i wonder why..
Why does sleep let me by..
The same questions haunt me today..
That did a month ago, a wek ago and till yesterday..

Kindred souls online i find..
Birds of a feather, brothers of one mind..
Here in peace i do dwell..
Noone with anything to buy or to sell..


About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on February 28, 2008, in Life, memories, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. That is an EXCELLENT poem. It is 4:30 in the morning and I can totally relate.

    But I must say: it is a beautiful poem. Please share more!

  2. I’ve found that excessive blogging leads to insomnia. Your header is very thought provoking. (And funny)

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