The day has begun,
Yet I haven't slept,
With my pen and paper,
I sit on my bed,contemplating.

Love,life, sacrifice and happiness,
Friends, families, relatives And loneliness
Deep silence, Loud cries, innocent smiles,
Cursed birth, treasured memories or the wildest wiles,
Lots and lots to think about,
my pen rolled over the paper.

My head fell down in reflex,
A sudden shake,
a sudden shock ran through,
My eyes opened,
I was asleep..
Not the writer in me,
It was day already,
Two hours past twelve
A fine 2:00 am.