A Writer Up All Night Poem by Jaimi Loewen

A Writer Up All Night



Chapped lips
Adorn my face

Tired eyes
Can't stay shut

Dry pencils
Slip through my fingers

Lead marks
Scar my hands

Tears stain
My cheek

Paper cuts
From a thousand sheets

Bright mind
Cannot be dulled

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