THE WRITER

No sleep comes
Cause time wants longer
To undo me
In the endless dark
Thoughts unravel in my mind
And through my pen they combine
Into words that have meaning
God's whisper keeps my psyche alive
For creativity is my blood
That makes my ears fill up listening
To the roar of my private sea
Pushing words onto the shore in my mind
And I'm running as fast as I can to capture them
So they don't wash away
For time has no mercy
In the waning dark.