Poetry

Nocturnality

Knock
Turnal
Eternal nocturnality
Living not for a salary
Everyday I can create
I wake up not knowing what I’ll create
That’s why it’s fun, to write like my pen is a gun
That’s a simile
And when I woke up this morning I did not know
I would use that simile

That is the spontaneity we posses
Impress ourselves
Never nothing less
When I got out the shower
I got dressed
And headed downstairs thinking,
Oh boy, what will I write next?!

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