Night-time is my enemy, loneliness to blame.

Every single night, I always feel the same.

I walk into empty rooms, for something to do.

I listen to traffic, wishing I was in traffic too.

 

Up and down 3 flights of stairs I often climb.

For no other reason but just to kill time.

An empty house, void of laughter and cheer.

I shout out loud as it breaks the silence I fear.

 

And I try to drag back my wandering mind.

As it searches for places, I don't want to find.

The night- time is my foe, for the sunrise I long.

Birds are my friend, as I await their first song.