Just Like Poe And Orwell
I am sitting
In front of this keyboard
The glow from my phone
Says it is way past 3 a.m.
Yet I haven't written
Down a word
And
I begin to shake
To the very bone
What if there isn't anymore?
Would you be surprised?
If I told you
I want to be immortal
And I believe
My words on the page
Are the way to go
Because
They come from
The heart and soul
I would hope
They would live on
Long after I am gone
That is why
While
The rest of the city sleeps
I am here
Before this monitor screen
All night
Until morning's first light
When
She greets me with her smile
And a coffee
To keep me going
Because
Like me
She believes
One day