The Nocturnal

Waking moments of the night,
Sleeping moments of the day.
The mind but racing,
The soul in unrest.

Day brings the slumber,
Night is time to prowl.
Modern day makes it hard,
Though it isn't stopped.

Those of us,
Who live upon another clock.
Our clock is but reversed.
The same,
Save for the backward times.

Your day is our night,
Your night is our day.
We are of a different people,
We are of a similar people.

The only difference being,
We are Nocturnal.

Reviews

[AngelEyes15]

Great poem loved it, flowed well

[TheKaylaPup]

I like it. it was just, really cool. I was sad when it was over because there was no more of it left to read...