Day seventeen of NaPoWriMo. The prompt for today is to write a nocturne (a poem that carries the essence of a nocturne).
You can hear the clicking of the keyboard,
Crickets chirping, the only other noise.
The whole world’s asleep it may seem to you,
Except the friends you see are still online.
While most of the people are fast asleep,
Your mind’s brimming with excellent ideas.
Sometimes you wish you could try to sleep too.
Awake and rest with the rest of the world.
Staying awake while tossing and turning,
You find how bad the plan turned out to be.
You end up sleeping later than usual,
Your body clock going further out of sync.
You listen to the crickets still chirping,
You look up at the celestial bodies.
The world doesn’t realize what it’s missing.
Us nocturnal beings rest during the day.