Late Night (Ode to NaNoWriMo and My Need to Write)

Typing inching

Eyelids tiring

Heroes crying

Villains dying

 

Sleep depriving

Caffeine failing

Planets burning

Magic learning

 

Resolve crumbling

Block existing.

Slowly . . . slowing . . .

Beasts . . . unknowing . . .

 

Snap awaking!

Panic vying—

Brothers finding

Lovers flying

 

Fingers zipping.

Words a-blinking.

Doubt a-mining.

Wars a-fighting.

 

Paper filling—

Clock a-ticking—

Weddings ringing

Oceans gleaming

 

Midnight firing—

One-two-threeing—

Fin inscribing—

Nine-eight-clicking—

 

Author falling.

Bed inviting . . .

Words applauding

Book a-sighing . . .

 

Dreams a-winging

Queens and king-ing

Writi n g   f a d i n g  .  .  .

NaNo’s done.

This poem is about: 
Me
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