Late Nights And Loose Ends Poem by Rosen Voaden

Inspiration comes at a odd time, it starts off the begging of a line
No one to question no one to ask
Just you and paper finally at last
Memories swirl and thoughts prevail
I've almost bit down right to my nail
How can I sleep, and how can I think when the world seems in turmoil and the future so bleak.
Most nights I'm so overdosed with my head in the stink, just looking for escape and trying to remember think pink.