Scribbling Away
It’s 3 am, can’t sleep again
So I scribble away through the dark with my pen.
Aches and pains, spasms and twinges
A tired mind and creaky hinges
They all act up as if on cue
My body knows the bill is due
The sun’s asleep and the time has come
To pay the price on the battles won
During daylight, I mostly held it together
Now the moon is high, it’s rougher weather
And I lay in bed rhyming away
Hoping a poem will ease the pain
And it sort of works, I like the diversion
But still, I pay a cost in exertion
The dawn will break, it’s not long now
And I’ll keep moving forward… somehow
But here in this moment, in my bed, in the dark
I scribble away, fighting pain, letting words do their part.
