Up all night

This is a poem about being almost insomniac and also writer's block.
An exercise in fighting back against the dreaded demon called writer's block.

Up all night

With the dim light

Keyboard to type

Mouse to click

Stories need hype?  

So pages flick...?


Up all night

Thoughts in head

Don't know when

I'm going to bed


Writer's block

Around the clock

Oh what the... 

It needs to stop!  

So writing can start.  

Let flow from pen

A work of art.  

Yet again!

The End

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