Late Nights
Its closing time on the body & mind
A night owl once I'd think all the time.
Its closing time on my creative best
While others sleep I pray for the rest.
Weary I know, tired of course
I'm writing sleep while the night
Takes its course.
👁 12💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.