Early in the morning, not quite the night

When everyone’s still sleeping tucked in tight

There’s only the sound tick-tock tick-tock

In the kitchen, as it echoes from a clock

I listen for a moment to its rhythmic sound

Not feeling too disturbed, I write words down

That sound echoes, that seconds are passing

My words take on a picture my brains amassing 

It’s the reason I’m up and out of bed

I couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts in my head

There are moments when Everyone needs a healthy outlet

To write or paint or yes, even scream and vent

Perhaps it’s not too odd that I wake up  and write

After tossing and turning when it’s early

                         but still the night

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