Poem - The Night is Still Young

By Pen Stewart

The night is still young

As I sit, I wonder

Does it ever stop

The chaotic whirlwind of an overthinker’s mind

As the hours pass I look for anything to distract myself

From the clock on my wall

The ticking,

A constant reminder of all the seconds lost

All the days, weeks

Filled with nothing

All the years spent yearning to grow older

When we do all we wish for is our youth

But alas,

Time is merciless as the blade of a killer

So as I sit, I will remind myself

The night is still young,

And I am too