In The Early Morning With Nothing To Say Poem by Shalom Freedman

IN THE EARLY MORNING WITH NOTHING TO SAY

In early morning with nothing to say
I wonder why I must say something
Who am I to say something?
Who needs my voice?
Who needs my name?

Writing done as therapy
is perhaps nothing to be ashamed of

But to expect it will mean anything to anyone else
is perhaps too much

In the early morning with nothing to say
I again write about having nothing to write about-

Am I a fool
Or just an obsessive graphomaniac
In need of my morning fix
Before I go out to face a world
I have to try to live in?