I really should go to sleep

Staying up late into the night

Writing poetry

Has never once helped me.

About this time is when I start

to confess

My darkest secrets and my weakness.

I really should just lay back and close my eyes

Not listen to the voices that

sing there strange lullaby.

Twisting words into a song

behind my ears,

Rhyming pretty words with my worst fears.

I should just shut this thing,

let the clicking of the keys fade away

welcome the night and whatever sights

it brings.

My eyes though refuse to succumb

and though my body is growing numb

my mind races with little tales

happy endings and things of the sort

I know could never be real.

I really should just go to sleep

Staying up late

Writing away

Never works out anyway…