Rustling Papers (Poetry) by TheNight-TimeWriter, literature
Literature
Rustling Papers (Poetry)
In the middle of the night,
Battling the plight,
Fighting with all my might,
Here I write.
On my desk are papers scattered,
Some of them slightly tattered.
My heart battered,
From it ink splattered.
Here, my thoughts I collect,
To my soul I connect.
Darkness I neglect,
Creativity unchecked.
Moving the papers around,
I enjoy the rustling sound.
Peace I have found,
In these paper mounds.