It's Always too Late to Call

The destitute night  
with nothing to offer  
except darkness
I look for stars but in  
my city sky they are  
less than brilliant,  
dull like most things,  
I'm bored quickly  
then the introspection begins  
which leads to a sleepless  
an over thought lengthy  
roll from side to side kinda  
dreary evening, making me wish  
my pillow could talk.