December 1, 2016

Ode to 5am poetry (old poem unknown date random flash drive)

It was one of those nights,
                That you cannot seem to fight the nagging
The sleep beckons in the distance, but weakly
                Green glows from outside your eyelids, and the thoughts run free
You begin to wonder if you have ever slept before, and strain to remember a
                                Night that your memories didn’t betray you.