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Poetry Drafts / 18 April 2018

It’s 5.35am and the birds are singing in tune. The sky is still dark-ish so I guess the daily sleep is on. I no longer care if sleep comes at night or during the hours of light. It comes when I am ready, and nobody cares; either way.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.