Blank Piece

It's two o'clock in the morning,
My mind is still awake
while holding this pen,
and a blank paper piece...

Staring from nothing...
while drowning in deep thoughts
and grasping those words
that cluttered inside my mind...

I'm trying to write down
the first line of my poem
wishing it sounds good to rhyme,
but it's so hard to find
the exact words hanging in my mind.

Time unnoticed sweeps away;
My mind starts to be doom and narrowed slowly.
My somnolent eyes are fighting to stay awake
But they trigger a pain and bitterness,
Teasing me...to give up...

Though, inside of me... there is a soul
fervent to stay awake
whispering a thousand words
that echo and dance with my senses...

I hold my pen again, tightly;
but I feel so dump, so lifeless,
My fingers are stiff, soft and boneless...

Until the light fathom into my sight
daze from the morning grace
and finally I realized
the blank piece is on my side...