Overtime

Quiet, dark
Heart aching.
Unuttered feelings gnawing steadily,
Plodding heartbeats almost morose.

Sticky, young
Night creeping.
Knowing that I could escape readily,
Watching shadow fiends creeping close.

Anyway, it's been years since I wrote any poetry... and even longer since I tried to rhyme anything. But since I was sitting around waiting for drawings to plot out, I thought I'd whip up something to fit the mood of the office while I kill time.