staring at a bright screen
into the early hours
where restless souls gather in the night
to talk about their sorrows and their plight
how hard done to they've been
how its all been a bad dream
its not with them i belong
for no one living has done me wrong
ill find a place that i belong
without getting drawn into the throng
because i don't belong here
with the bitter and the boring
sitting blinking
until the morning
silently plotting and scheming types
frantically typing
creating hype
let them get on with it
its not for me
for i have the real world to see
christopher murphy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/restless-souls/
