Ships In The Night Poem by Ryan Brodesser

I often lie awake at night

wondering, pondering to myself without distractions light

And sometimes it feels like time is slowing to a creeping crawl

And condemning, damning thoughts creep up down the wall


And my thoughts fly, through sleeps ever thickening fog

And mind creeps though a melatonin bog

REM flickers, like a shuddering kite

My reflections passes like a ship in the night


And when my bitter feelings come to stay

I blink and try to shoo these ill thoughts away

like sailors on a harbor binge

I often think of myself and cringe


Undercovers, and undercover

I nestle to my thoughts like an anxious lover

Time droops and slows like the tidal flow

And the moon lights my way with a lanterns glow


I often lie awake at night

To see the bitter truth of my hindsight

And long before I fall under the sandman's bite

my thoughts will travel like ships in the night