Exceptional A silly rhyme Those Torturous Little Demons by w.j.debi Rhyming Poetry Contest contest entry Artwork by seshadri_sreenivasan at FanArtReview.com

The swirling thoughts within my head refuse to let me go to bed. "Write me!" "Write me!" They call in turn. My eyes are tired; they're red; they burn. "Oh, please, " I cry, "leave me alone." I put a whimper in my tone, "I need my rest. Come back at dawn." I crawl in bed, but not for long. They spin, and shake, and churn, and seethe. "We want to live; we want to breathe." They vow to haunt and then they plead, "You must arise and fill our need." These thoughts refuse to go away. What wicked little games they play until I rise and find a pen. I jot them down, and only then they know they're safe.                                       Away they creep. Now...            Finally...                         They let me sleep. Recognized Author Notes Did I read too many Why I Write essays late at night?

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