It seems I want to write at night
To spread my words like Brie on toast until..
..the daylight wakes to me
With that strangeness of reality.
And once again I never slept
I could not keep or never kept
My eyes tight closed.
Now I tire and doze all day..
..again to write the night away.
What devils that do have their say
To twist and turn my life this way.

I implore and beg the pen
Please release your hold and then.
I can sleep.
But its silence tells me more
Than words upon a toilet door.
War then?
When pen?