• Long into the lonely night, he shall write
    The beauty of words helps alleviate his plight
    For sleep eludes him, and the night grows older
    The words pour from his heart, until it will finally smolder
    It is the only solace he finds to be this divine, truly a relief
    And the flame of angst is extinguished, supporting his belief
    Yet now his mind is reeling, his creativity awakened
    For it was the keeling kiss of the pen, it sent him into brevity
    It was vital, for there were many ideas to express his serenity
    The written word is a friend
    For it is always willing to lend
    Solace to the sleepless
    And expression to the feat less