Into the late hours of the night
I usually revel in the silence,
Calling upon my muse
To infuse me with bursts of creativity —
The feeling is usually wonderfully europhic.
But this time, clarity of thought escapes me;
My head nods, my eyes close, my body slumps.
I read the same sentence 7 times,
Forcing the issue,
Hoping to be productive,
But achieving nothing but errors.
So as high achieving as I strive to be
As is the firstborn dilemma,
I must admit that I can only do so much
Before my body rebels
Forcing me to listen
As I’ve ignored it one too many times.
Put down the devices;
Turn off the lights;
There’s no method to the madness,
Nope, at this point it’s just madness!!! .
It’s time to sleep…
Contents written: July 28 2016 | Originally published: July 28 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises