There was a time when I would
stay up late; drink all night.
with nothing to show for it
save a headache in the morning’s light.
Now, I’m glad to say,
all this has ended,
as by pen and keyboard
I’ve been befriended
and,with the million thoughts
that fill my head,
I spend the midnight hours
composing prose and poetry instead.
No alcohol’s allowed to cloud my brain
as words fall into place upon the page;
some of love and of its gain;
others dark and full of rage.
No headache now after a sleepless night,
for writing has become my great delight.
A contest entry
- Rewrite this poem with very descriptive words by Dangerousparable.
380 points, ended September 5, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very clean
thank you good work
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