It's 2:19
And I can't seem
To see
The end of the night in reach.
I am far to busy in reverie
of words and night
and darkness's light
To find time to sleep.
I keep writing because
I fear what will happen if I stop,
I will loose the thoughts
that rush at me with out a pause,
I must write them because
Ignoring them will bring regret
and i have promised myself that
I should not regret a thing
if I don't have to.
I have regretted far too much as it is,
I will not regret my words.
So if sleep is to be sacrificed so that I may write
So be it
Let it be
I will write myself to sleep.
SK
