An Ouch Poem

Up in the deceptively bright morning
5:35 and I want to be sleeping instead
of sitting and writing these words, again
these angst sated words, as I mine for hope

But if I was not here, and was in bed, I think
I'd wish that I got up from here to sit and write
"If only I'd get up I'd be writing The Great Poem"
I'm going back to bed, see how that works out for me