It's 3am and the words won't stop

They are bleeding tonight, and they run deep.

But if a thought is worth a penny then a song is worth a dime.

Please ease my soul with words I seem to know

I need the sleep but tonight seems to be an artist's night.

My hands itch with unwritten words and my mind spins with half formed thoughts.

I want, I wish, I beg to write them all down

But I'm afraid they won't make sense.

That they really aren't worth a penny.

Words are heavy, but how much do they weigh?

Do you listen?

Do you let the words sink in and rest in your brain? Do they slip into your heart and burn your soul?

How many lives have you lived?

Count the bumps on your spine, and sing to sad songs.

Find comfort in the unfamiliar, for a strange place can become your home.

It's 3am and sleep is two steps away

But two steps is too far when you're tired.

And I am tired.

An artist's work is hard.