June 6, 2019 by thewashingteenian
An anonymous submission.
The radiator’s hum and click
Produces a heady, cozy heat
The golden glow of lamplight onto damask sheets
As my pencil scratches away another day into graphite memory
The low grumbled chuckle
Of the solitary gamer
The restless, rhythmic pacing
Of the sleepless thinker
The perfectionist pattering
Of creatures bedding down for the night
Thoughts and dreams tend to keep me awake
As I try to write my soliloquy.
I am intruding on the nocturnals’ territory
As I search in warm darkness
For truths invisible in brash daylight
And so close in this soft monochrome.