"a system of linked sounds" - [poetry dump]

the nightingales call (eng)

write till the dead of night
past the twelveth strike
and the nightingales song
when eyes grow heavy
and the pull of sleep grows strong

write till your heart bleeds
and your fingers ache
your brain churning
to catch a break
waiting on the sweet relief
of not being awake

write till everything you'll ever say
crubles to a string of letters
only to be read
a few days later
when your head has sobered up
from a high without drugs

a high
only reached by
pouring your soul on paper
so you can read it
later
when you feel you don't fit
and need a reminder
as to why you exist