Poetry Beautiful

Don't Write When You're Tired

Sleep's for the weak

But without sleep

Well, there goes my mind

And I really shouldn't write when I'm tired

But I can't help it,

All my thoughts are pounding

Trying to get out, to escape

All these thoughts I never manage to have during the day

So of course I open the memo app

Or pick up my pen

Or open a new Word doc.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

So I let the words flow

Like right now

Speaking matters of the heart

Matters of the troubled mind

And as I go, more words arrive

Words like bravery, shame, and passion

Courage, defeat, devotion, hope

Half -finished thoughts and underbaked ponderings

And the curious human nature

That leads us to things like

Art, aesthetics, photos, poetry

Places like this

The piece of our souls that is missing

And yearning for that something more

More that all our yesterday's

More than the usual today.

I shouldn't write when I'm tired, but

There goes my mind

And I'm without sleep

But sleep is for the weak.