The late hour help the words come
The frustration when sleep can't find me help the words come
The work and published words of others inspire my words to come
The angel who lie next to me help the words come
Late night thoughts and mid morning thoughts are two separate entities
Where is the block
When will it hit me
Is it inevitable
My pessimism screams yes
When will my brain begin to lag
Sooner or later
I'll wave the white flag.
- Author: Carter M. Flynn ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2023 22:40
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 10
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