Writing Never Did I
I'm tired, I'm tired.
I need to rest.
Too many
to offload from my mind.
Too many
that's happened
and waiting to be written.
I'm losing the details
of these memories,
day by day.
I think I can recall,
bit by bit.
Every day after work,
I thought, tonight's the night.
The night I would eventually write.
But writing never did I.
I persuaded myself,
as I lay on my mattress
and close my eyes.
5 AM is coming, in a few hours.
5 AM is a good, good time to write.
Many 5 AMs had past,
but writing never did I.
I'm tired, I'm tired.
I need to rest.
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