Sep 2020
tired eyes, those long nights
drinking mint tea like alcohol
whispering to myself in a soft drawl
as the frigid september air bites
my lids grow heavy as hours pass
staring at my screen for answers
words jump around like dancers
my vision becomes milky glass
as I lift my head to the dawn
my hands still across the keys
and I can finally feel at ease
now the night shadows are gone
drinking mint tea like alcohol
whispering to myself in a soft drawl
as the frigid september air bites
my lids grow heavy as hours pass
staring at my screen for answers
words jump around like dancers
my vision becomes milky glass
as I lift my head to the dawn
my hands still across the keys
and I can finally feel at ease
now the night shadows are gone
I see shadows echoing and stretching across my walls as I sit here writing hoping that I last through the night. I fear sleeping, but I know it is irrational.
