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