The world is sleep
But Im up trying to
Figure how to make
Words meet, i write till
The sun greets
Time to go to sleep
later that day I have to make
Ins meet, writing should be
My profession, because I
Give my heart like a confession
Im really good now and I haven't even
Perfected, I just try to make sure
My words dissect whatever wants to
ingest, this is crazy because
All this is done without rest
Imagine what I could write when Im fresh
I am scared to really write my best
Then the readers would truly be pressed
I guess I should just acknowledge that I'm blessed
An let my free hand poetry take care of the rest
Jaycee Wilkerson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/off-the-top-of-the-head-when-the-sun-comes-up/
