Writing In My Sleep Poem by PAUL COLVIN

If I had words I’d get some sleep
But heart and mind are fighting
And weariness does let me keep
My silver pen from writing.
The words I have do not make sense
I can’t put them in order
But if I should write in false pretence
She’ll kick me o’er the border.
For women’s minds are Heaven blessed
And torture mortal men
At times I think that they’re possessed
And control this poet’s pen.
Peculiar minds and stranger ways
You press my mind to write
With deadlines issued day by day
It’s no wonder I can’t write.