A Trite Good Night

Weird little poem born of a writer's Block.

        

Trite good night

        

Another day and weary night,
And yet I still attempt to fight,

With all my might,I fight this night,

Its dreaded blight, sleep starts to bite
Though fight I might to write tonight
Though sandman's dust may blur my sight,
Though dreams may whisper nighty night
Though might I fight this night, all right.
This might be wrong, it might be right
This fight I fight to write tonight
This thing is not so black and white
This thought within my mind ignites
The idea burns in my minds eye, bright
So fight I might to write tonight
Or maybe tomorrow is when I'll write.

 

Reviews

[deeps]

This is awesome
I really enjoyed this one

[Cherrie Palmer]

lol very good and so very right. Cherrie