Why is it early morning
It feels like ten to me
No one is awake or cares
The nighttime is so lonely
The thoughts, they plague me
One by one
They cease not,
Even for the sun
Sleep still evades me
Every minute every hour
Though I lay in bed
Though I cry, though I cower
I demand to be soothed
For my nerves to be calm
To be held in warm affection
Or serenaded in soft song
Exhaustion overcomes me
Cannot speak, cannot write
Though I cry, thoughts still plague me
With their spirit crushing might
