InsomniacA Poem by I Am SvetlanaI slowly wake up and it is still dark outside. Staring at the alarm clock which I hate with so much passion. What the hell!? It's 3 Am....what am I to do? Why am I awake at this time? I should be sound asleep like the world around me...but why am I still awake and unable to go to sleep? I have written my eyes out for the last 3 hours becuase I had nothing else to do but think. My thoughts are deeply written on paper....needing the world to see what I have to go through. Why does this happen to me? I now cannot fall back asleep and it's 3 in the morning... I grab my notebook from atop my shelf and start to write again © 2009 I Am Svetlana |
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2009 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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