PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's early in the morning.

All is still and black - so black- outside.

I'm the only one awake

And I awoke because someone cried.



My senses are on alert.

If someone's hurt then let me help out.

I know someone was crying-

That's why I awoke. There is no doubt.



The sobbing seems to have stopped

So I suppose that is a good thing.

I relax on my pillow

To which salty tears still wetly cling.