Half awake, half asleep
I'm drifting away
I'm not counting sheep
It just drives me insane.

And as soon as I get
In the blurry twilight
I get images set
Words are coming to sight.

They are building themselves
Word by word, line by line.
Like old books on a shelf.
And the lines start to rhyme.

And I fill lines with meaning
And I fill them with pain
And my soul will be healing
Though still has a stain.

And I read them all later
And if they sound right
I will put them on paper

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This is how I write.