Monday; 3 O'Clock AM

October 16, 2017
By Zeddekiah BRONZE, Belleville, New Jersey
Zeddekiah BRONZE, Belleville, New Jersey
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My mind is fried,
My hands have died,
My strength long gone,
My eyes, "so long!"

I write these lines,
With not much time
And type away
And almost sway

Into that sleep,
That faithful sleep.
But I must type
And still must write.

The author's comments:

Every Monday for creative writing, we had to submit any piece of literature we've written over the week, be it short story or poem. As the title suggests, we can all imagine what happened that very early Monday morning. 

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