The Mind's Words

In this strange room where shadows play,
At 2am, the world's astray.
The bed's too hard, my thoughts too deep,
In this house, there's no peace, and no sleep.

The wind, it moans like souls in pain,
Against the glass, a haunting strain.
A symphony of eerie sounds,
In this space where rest confounds.

This bed, a raft in stormy seas,
Tossed about in a restless breeze.
I'm a stranger in a foreign land,
With my cell phone close at hand.

The night whispers tales untold,
Of lives once hot, now bitter cold.
In the darkness, my mind's words take flight,
On this bed, too hard, in the dead of night.