Dead Of Night (A Poem)

This is a fitting poem to post as it is currently the dead of night. I wrote it on a night much like tonight, at a time very close to the time right now.

There’s nothing better than sitting up WAY too late and being bogged down by a slow mind, heavy thoughts and far too much over thinking. I assume many of you can relate in some way to this? I hope you can, at least. That would be pretty sucky if none of you could.

But I’m just sayin’.


Dead Of Night

A Poem by William Louison




These are deep thoughts

That fill my mind

All I’ve got

In the dead of night


What a tangled mess

Of love and pain

Filling my head

Forever again


Haunting conversations

With myself

Me and I and

Nobody else


Learning more than

I thought I knew

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting for you




Thank you so very much for reading!

If you are indeed reading this during the dead of night as well, I hope that you enjoyed it even more.

Till Next,


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