Sleeping on a Pen

I am serously unable to sleep so this really has no imagination!

Unable to Sleep?

During unearthly hours of early morning

Time owned only by late night travellers

those who are free and stars.


When the solice of a pillow

Is no longer dsire enough

To wretch youself form a waking - -

Mind. Stirring thoughts,

Incapable to process basic exhaustion

So when all is lost - -

The comfort of a pen gripped

Firmly writing words of prose

Through the heavy blinking eyes

Of the 3am Insomniac

Is all that he can grasp

All energies poured into

The creative soup of poetry.

The End

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