Sometimes at night,
When the stars forget to shine bright,
And the moon is on a diet
And the clouds, though slight
Hide the city lights from sight
The darkness becomes a blight.
Sometimes when my leg is tork by a cramp
And my cheeks are damp
My lips, I clamp
shut to swallow my screams because I dreamed
of rolling down a camp
Dying in a desert camp
I turn on the cracked night lamp.
The lamp wasn’t broken always,
But one day, last may
When I was trying to wipe the grey,
if fell, and in nine pieces it lay,
But I couldn’t bring myself to pay,
For another, for it had flowers on its fray.
Sometimes when I feel like a kite
gliding at a height
And I can move mountains with my might
And exams have ended,
and so has my plight,
Sometimes, when I have beautiful dreams,
When tramps in books turn champs
And I want to shout and stamp
the my crush said ‘Hi’ to me,
And I want to camp under the stars and streetlights,
I turn on my cracked night lamp.
But family, when the black become bright
Because the sun has worn the flight
And dawn is in sight,
When my mom would ask me, ‘sleep tight’
I turn on the cracked night lamp
And stare at the light pouring out of its cracks.
Finally, the sun rises,
I switch off the lamp,
And slip into sweet, dark slumber.