Tired now,
Wanting to read more.
Hello Poetry please,
My eyes are getting sore.

Full of amazing poets
But it's 3:22 am.
I need my beauty sleep,
Drawn in "just another ten"

Ten what?
Ten minutes
Or ten poems?
When does it end?

I guess sometime
My brain will shutdown.
Hopefully I wake up in time
To see the daily poem crowned!

Why is it so hard,
To call out their name?
Ask just one question,
Would you join me on this train?

Let each other know
That dark tunnels will be met,
But let each understand
That hand in hand you'll be set.

Maybe this the reason
We're scared of the rough.
Maybe one season
I'll be man enough.