Middle of the night poetry

I sleep early, to wake up in the middle of the night

Wondering why I didn't sleep a little bit late

So I could have slept longer rather than in the middle being awake

Nothing to do and none to talk to, phone a friend is an avoided option too

Writing a few words to express my desires and wishes

Only to find my confused state of mind, half awake, half asleep

I could be misspelling many words and creating misconstrued art piece

I ain't a painter, else what would the canvas look to others

I ain't a pianist, else what terrible music would emanate disturbing neighbours 

I'm but a writer, fighting my left with right brain and frontal with hind brain

Extracting emotions to spread the magic on paper

Building up on artistic pieces, marveled by readers and critics 

◄ Hey happiness!!

Once again ►

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Nigel Astell

Wed 13th May 2020 00:56

Midnight writing
keeps dreams alive.

Moon.girl

Tue 12th May 2020 05:07

Thnx Don...

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Don Matthews

Mon 11th May 2020 23:58

I like this one Mg.....

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