Sleep writing

If sleep was a meal I’d be starving Malnourished despite my carving Out a routine for sleep in my bed Pen in hand and sandy words in head For poetry soup soothes my soul Relaxes my mind helps me grow Challenging me to write all night Since I’m not asleep may as well right Write what’s wrong from my view Write whats right also a to do Finally my muse comes for me Just as I feel the feathers of sleep