Midnight Poem by William McGehee

Midnight



Subconscious stirs and breaks my rest.
An image calls my skills to test.
I find the paper crisp and clean,
My pencils ready, pointed keen.
The lamp, inflamed, beats back the night
While weary eyes disrupt my sight.
Then, seated still, I breathe... begin
And let Subconscious loose again.

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