In the Middle of the Night

Will A. Sanborn

7/5/95

Sometimes I find myself in the middle of the night
Laying awake in the dark
My breathing slow and regular
My mind cloudy, troubled

Laying there, eyes half closed

My thoughts spiral inward
And the fingers gently touching me are my own

I've never really known someone

At least not all the way
Nowhere as deep as I know myself
Nobody's ever reciprocated those affections

If loneliness and melancholy are part of the human condition

Then why do I feel so out of place?


Copyright 1995, Will A. Sanborn - was1@shore.net