If I couldn't sleep I just wrote a poem
Instead of it, I just feel condemn
I hope to find my so called home
But, I ended up to something quietly roam

Couldn't find something to lean on
How badly weird I needed to yawn
Still, I quietly feel those poignant
Oh!, badly hurt, what kind of variant?

Sitting on the field though it's dark
Hoping you'll pass by and put remark
A remark to save me from the dark,
A spark of hope to leave a mark.