Awake

Why am I awake?
It's three a.m...is that too late?
Why am I awake?
my eyes are covered with a film of sleep
but my mind is hungry for nothing to eat
Why am I awake?
A sense of artistry is pulling my hands and fixing my fingers on top of these keys
keys that could not open doors for there are too many
but with the right combination they make a code, hopefully it is use to open a new hold
Why am I awake?
It's four a.m. now...it's getting too late
sooner or later the stars will die
the rooster will come to yell as the sun should rise
and my hands disappointed for not sending my spirits; into a screen where others could
peel it.

on writing and wordsfree verse

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