just a ton of random shitty poetry i write at like 1 am

Writing in the dark

Another group of lines form on the page,

The black ink soaks into the page.

At least that's what should be happening,

But who can tell when you're writing in the dark?

You write and write, 

Hoping you'll wake the next day

And be proud of what you find.

But who's to say you aren't just dreaming?

Who's to say your pen hasn't run dry?

Or your pencil run out of graphite?

What if you've run out of words?

So you just take a leap of faith,

And wait for the light.

I hope you have a great morning/day/afternoon/evening/night!