Saturday, December 6, 20084:53 AM

■ snores

heart palpitation,
cold sweat,
short breathes,
throbbing headache.

restless at nite.
i hav to fight.
to think of it,
i really dread it.
the undulating issues in life,
findin ways to survive.
to make it through,
this painful path.

im here alone,
with eyes wide,
resting my head on the wall,
i wish to make a call.
but hold,
through that hole,
among the clothes,
i stared at the clock.

the minute and hour hands,
points and reads 3 am.
who would be awake,
and be thinkin straight.
only me,
a fool,
i guess.

they always say,
'if you need me',
im a phone call away.
but who would wake,
and pick up my call.

for someone who's sane,
would be able to say,
the chance of ppl listenin to my woes,
at this deadly hour,
is not high.

i concluded,
i suggested,
to talk to myself.
the self,
that speaks the truth.