Looking for something to write,
I lay awake late at night.
Sometimes I see dawn changing the sky.
I have stopped asking the oblivious 'Why? '
No questions, no answers, no satisfaction.
Don't confuse movement with action.
I cannot move my hand to write,
so, I cannot close my eyes at night...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-206/
