Midnight Thoughts
A Stream of Consciousness Poem
I lay—half-groggy—in my bed
My dog beside me, head tucked away
The TV glowing in the midnight daze
Smartphone beyond my reach, if I just stretch—
No, too far, too much to ask
I let the muted noises of the town wrap around me
Lull me toward a restless sleep—
Roar!
A motorcycle rushes by
(Geez, Mister, haven’t you considered the time of night?)
My eyes stare into the near-darkness
My head vibrates with thoughts from the day—
Did I work enough? Will I have enough money?
Will I ever be a writer again?
Is this all…
…all that I am meant to be?
Spiraling spiraling spiraling
My thoughts spiral towards that darkest place
That even the light of the TV cannot brighten
Please help me
I cry into the night
Please help me
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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