Ink Idle

Gruelling through the sultry night

Persisting against nature’s will

Battling your own self you strive

To accomplish what others failed.

Wiping beads of sweat off your brow

You fight not to crawl to a burrow

You fight not to sheath your will

You fight not to let the curtains fall

On your dreams and split them asunder

Blank out the light you seek in the dark

And within your instruments you look

For the final stroke, for your prestige

And as the Sun blinks from the East

Fresh from slumber, ready to shine

Unlike you; as you fall into a stupor,

In the moment of reckoning, you perish.

After the math, was it all worth it?