Hundred to one forever

Nine-ty Nine, Nine-ty eight…..

Usually on those late nights alone

When I twist about in bed sleepless,

Rolling my blankets into a mess

Punching pillows to be comfortable,

I counted, like my mother said,

To a hundred in my head silently

And closed my eyes to a symphony.

Seven-ty four, Seven-ty three

Lately, I am not so lucky in sleep;

My best dreams finally ditched me

They avoid me more than you do.

I decide to think of good old days

To feel my own heart lightly race,

I laugh at times we spent together

The words you said ring in my ear

I am glad that the lights are out

And that there is no one about.

Thirty six, Thirty Five…

I smile as I think when I acted a fool

It was nothing at all like acting cool

And I can never fill your gaping hole

In darkness, I laugh at my dark joke

My own breathing sounds so loud

Smiles weighed down by a rainy cloud.

I know by morn, I will be over with this

And will ‘ve forgotten all that I miss.

I watch the stars that shine over me

But cruel enough they simply won’t leave.

Five.. Four.. Three…

Once in a long while, a teardrop trickles

I try but can’t help counting in circles

Around and around, an unending maze

Till I wake up tomorrow with a stained face.

Ninety –nine, Ninety –nine…