A Drifter

A drifter

I drift in the mist of the night, way past
midnight ,drifting from room to room trying to
accept who I have become, so I can
find some peace of mind, every where
is dead quite,a part from the echoing
the sound of me shuffling my feet

Long to sleep all the way through
To the next morning but my body
is on a mission of it’s own,
wondering room to room, hope I
don’t disturb anyone , making too
much noise

Honestly cannot settle any where, hear the
tick tock of the kitchen clock echoing
at the back ground, and there is me
Dragging my blanket, drifting room to room,
I stray all alone, till sound of early
morning birds signing outside..