Late Night Writer’s Block

My lists are long
My eyes are drooping
My fingers listless
My mind a fog

Ever scraping for ideas just out of reach
Beyond touch and tactile measure

I stretch and stretch until the words flow
Like autumn leaves falling of their own volition

I pause to rest my eyes, my fingers, my mind
To acknowledge that it is time for sleep.

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301 Days to go.
#OTR50