Rushing

I'm rushing to write
At the end of the night
As the mountain peak
Of which I speak
In terms of writing
Is just above my head
So I hurry instead
Of shrugging but easily
I don't need to reach it yes
Though I'm oh so close
To fail but now
Would leave me to smack myself
At the top of my face
For the sheer disgrace
Of falling short
By so few words
A minute is all I should need
To write but more

 Though with poetry yes
It's slower to success
But even then 
I had time enough
To write what I needed
So that what I bleeded
Was the tally I wanted to reach

 I rushed to write
Yes late at night
Though hardly my best
I'm impressed
That once again
I wrote as much as I did
With how darn slow
I was today
Charles Petrie

Date
10-10-19

Time 
23:50-23:59=09

Word Count
148








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