"Insomnia"
I stare at the clock.
12:28
Darkness, oh please, for this I hate.
I stare at the clock.
1:44
My eyes ache, time is a whore.
I stare at the clock.
2:59
Pop those pills, it will all be fine.
I stare at the clock.
3:55
I thoughts drift to her, and suddenly I'm alive.
I stare at the clock,
But I dont really care.
I fear
The nightmare's ensnare.
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2 comments:
I love your poetry. It's so... poetic.
Oh ho. No way.
But really. Even though it's free verse (sort of) it still has a certain kind of flow to it.
How do you do it? You don't even count your syllables or anything. Like the perfectionist I am...*rolls eyes*
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