To be honest, I write my only poetry at night
It’s although it’s the only time my mind gets to think
From each daily working
The night offers a different kind of silence
A type of reflection
Or even a breath of fresh air
I lay awake until the early hours of the morning
Replaying scenarios, trying to control the future
But oh, what little control I have
So instead I lay here restless
Trapped within my thoughts
Trying to break free from the shackles of my reality
And then back to sleep once more to repeat another day
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
To be honest, I write my only poetry at night
It’s although it’s the only time my mind gets to think
From each daily working
The night offers a different kind of silence
A type of reflection
Or even a breath of fresh air
I lay awake until the early hours of the morning
Replaying scenarios, trying to control the future
But oh, what little control I have
So instead I lay here restless
Trapped within my thoughts
Trying to break free from the shackles of my reality
And then back to sleep once more to repeat another day