WHAT NEXT TO WRITE
It's one in the morning,their is no warning.
Something is crashing,
inside this mind of mine.
So enough about me,
what next to write.
Well I've been up all night,
no I said I wouldn't.
Do that again, but i have,
enough it's enough.
Just to know, i know.
You enjoy the stuff I write.
( Or maybe not ).
Is enough for me to write, right.
Even if it keeps me up all night.
A mind feels as though it's cursed,
while hungry for a forgotten verse.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-10-11 at 01:34
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