Disease; Late Night RamblingsA Poem by Kasey JonesThis isn't about insomnia, but I wrote this around 1AM, and it actually makes some sense.
Dis-Ease.
So life won't be so easy anymore. I'll say. We're begging for your life like we're poor. "Please, just one more chance." He mumbles, in a trance. In a chair, in the corner, Isolated but still motivated. War rages in the air, While the room sleeps, without a care. For now, forgetting that fear is there. When we awaken, Our hope is taken, Replaced with cold reality. The war was won by these dark thoughts, Growing like a tumor, Killing all we had clung to. The truth hurts, But it could be worse. We begin our goodbyes, Buzzing like flies, Keeping things pleasant, Telling ourselves that life goes on. Then, suddenly, you're gone.
© 2010 Kasey JonesAuthor's Note
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