Sleepless Nights Of A Poet Poem by Priscilla Monroy

Sleepless Nights Of A Poet



I sit here
I can’t sleep
Thoughts race through my head
Reach out
Reach down
Deep inside
Grab one
Hold on to it
Write it down
Let it unfold in your hands
It practically writes itself
Its aching to be uncovered
To be explained
To be related to
To be understood

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emily Oldham 19 September 2008

Yep, I can relate to this. You say it exactly the way it feels

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