Writing Never Did I

I'm tired, I'm tired. I need to rest. Too many to offload from my mind. Too many that's happened and waiting to be written. I'm losing the details of these memories, day by day. I think I can recall, bit by bit. Every day after work, I thought, tonight's the night. The night I would eventually write. But writing never did I. I persuaded myself, as I lay on my mattress and close my eyes. 5 AM is…