“But I have promises to keep, miles to go before I sleep.” Robert Frost

Signing up I obliged to commitment to complete the task at hand.
I will write twenty-four pieces of poetry in twenty-four hours.
I will not quit when the challenge becomes challenging.
When my eyelids feel heavy

I will drink coffee, eat chocolate to stay awake.

Even when my vision blurs with tiredness,

it’ll not scramble my ambition

the finish line miles away,

but my metaphors stir inside

stretch and exercise within me.
They wait to race upon the paper,

pace upon my screen.

Promises kept like laws obeyed,

sleep is overrated.