Last Poem Of The Morning Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

As the sun tickles
My face
My words help me
Place what was misplace

As night comes to a end
So does my poetry untill pm
I hear the birds

But do you think
They heard me
I spent the whole night
Writing my opinions

Does that mean
Im going to bed
With nothing to say

The night was long
And so was my last poem
Was it becasue
I was alone

As i continue to
Debate
about my mental
Writing state
The sun get brighter

And my eyes are
starting to weight
A ton

With my eyes
Fighting to say open
My body's telling my
Mind that its time for poetry
To be done

I strongly refuse
sleep because
I choose to write
until my fingers and eyes
Get sore

Wait they are sore
Ending this poem
With a goodmorning
Until tonight
When Its time to
Write some more