When I should be asleep
I lie awake in bed
Soaking in the scene
And stumbling up inspiration.
The wee morning hours
Set upon us like molasses
Yawning with the moon
Awaiting the sun's shadowed return.
My eyes lift 3 am weights
Threatening to fail me
While I type this up
But still I continue to witness.
If I said all was still
I'd almost be lying
The sky is restless
As the creatures on earth stir.
Though I'd almost be truthful.
No cars bustle the empty road
And no business flourishes.
It's as if life was nonexistent.
It's this struggling time I find best.
It's when fatigue tightens its grip
That nostalgia and feels
Deepen the wandering thoughts
Of course, when I should be asleep.
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Poems
PoesíaJust some random poems of my creation. Sorry for the sucky quality of the lot of them.
