Poetry

Night Shift

I wish my mind was as alive 

in the daytime as it is at night

A flip switches

my eyes brighten

Brain – ignites

It’s futile 

To fight

The pull is power 

A part of me 

Who I am 

Innate 

I don’t even 

Hesitate 

Houses fade from view, lights dim 

I see the full moon 

and then 

Creativity swallows me 

with her dance and song 

Everyone is asleep 

and I am finally alone 

When my world turns on 



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