Part of me
finds it
deeply unpleasant
to wake up
at 4: 55 AM
because I know
I'll be ruined
for the rest
of the day.
But once
I'm awake
I have no choice
but to get up
take pen in hand
and set down
whatever
the night
has left
for me
whether that
redeems
the ruined day
or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem