I cannot sleep,

Suppose I’ll write,

Words that will,

Carry thru’ the night,

There’ll be no peep,

Nor a sound,

Words are still,

Being written down,

Deep and dire,

Bravery or dread,

Words that fill,

My throbbing head,

Soon I’ll retire,

For the night,

Words will mill,

‘Til mornings light.

-Jessica Mayo 11/21/2018