Poetry: Untitled

Another late night

Though the sun still shines

Mornings come too early

Robbing me of my peace

I crave the solitude of darkness

The wee hours when others slumber

The quietude speaks to me

My mind rebels at the loss of midnight

Craving the weariness of sleep deprivation

Jittering from too much tea

Trembling from exhaustion

Mind racing with too many thoughts

All so difficult to capture

Lusting for creation