The Euphoric A.M. Writer

In the darkness my weary mind
Contemplates the process of wasted time
Fragments shift within a blurry extreme,
Lengthening the spectrum of reality

Caffeine convulsions begin to twinkle out

The clock ticks
With an echo from that of a dream
It appears that everything will remain quietly serene

Yet there are those rambling voices driving me mad,
Or are they actual recorded conversations
I mull over in my head?

Perhaps it is those who’ve past on and want me instead?

I feel them near
In their dark corners they glare
Their dead weight,
Silence covers me through

My grey matter frozen from this state of paralysis
Clusters of immobile nerves
Try to receive messages

Yet I feel a twitch within my eye
Significantly a pulse of life that is ticking by

A tempting solution posed before me
The limitless options from an eternal place

A moment drawn slowly
Blank paper before me,
Eyes transfixed

I feel the depth of words shortly follow
Images from A.M sensors
Kaleidoscope pictures that keep me a wake

The delusion of euphoric writing
Delirium in a mid-night hour

Every thought and word scribbled
Without comprehensive imagination
Listless words scrambled

I lay still absorbing
In my sleep tonight