A Morning Poem

Last updated on March 24, 2026

I “demise”,

My word for the day.

Perhaps great sleep,

Would give me

something better to say.

My thoughts are disintegrating

From the time I get up.

I insist on silence

Til I see the bottom of my cup.

I’m a casualty of Insomnia,

and endless nights.

It’s the fuel for

The majority of my writes.

Quietly, I evaporate into my work,

Occasionally browsing Substack,

I lurk.

Ahhh, I’m no longer asleep,

Coffee does revive.

Instead of dying,

I now feel alive.

Yoli Kae