There’s a jumbled mess
Inside my head
Really should
Withdraw to bed

Words plunder
My will for sleep
Inside my mind
They slowly creep

Each syllable beckons
Insisting I play along
My willpower can’t resist
It just isn’t that strong

So I write another stanza
Affixing it to the page
The only place which allows me
To set my own stage

Excitement pours forth
As I’m just about done
And I hear the crowds react
As my magic is spun

© 2018 Michelle Cook