In the middle of the night
Writing pass midnight
Until the wee hours of the morning
And staying up is a constant
When it comes to writing poetry
Quietly and silently
Under a dim light
Looking left and turning right
As the pen will go on
Until it runs out of ink
Penning until dawn
As the words sink
Onto the page and in such a way
That has kept me awake
Clear through until the next day
And still writing more
Just doing so from
The night before
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Poetic Therapy
PoetryA small collection of poems that I just wrote on the fly, and I wanted to exercise these poetic muscles just to see what would happen. These 24 original works were done within two days. This is a project I've wanted to do for sometime and not just...
