Insomnia and The Army of the DamnedA Poem by InyourshadowAs a sufferer I lay awake last night penning this mentallyAgain the walking dead in seach of rest, are led to suckle at her breast. With heavy hearts and aching feet, that feast upon her fetid teat. Their mistress of the stolen dream, supplimemts with rancid cream. Through emptiness no hope is given, from soured milk and n****e shriven. No mothers care was ever shown, to those that walk each night alone. The open eyed and sore of limbs, that forsake sleep to feed her whims. So call me damned, lost to my bed, as I spend nights by her instead. But see the legion on the hill, whom just as I bend to her will. Insomnia please break theses chain, allow my mind to rest again. I beg a fool on bended knee, please take away this plight from me. Forty years plus have I true served, and feel my freedom well deserved. My time is short my dreams are few, so let me go and start anew. © 2011 InyourshadowAuthor's Note
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Added on December 8, 2011Last Updated on December 8, 2011 AuthorInyourshadowUnited KingdomAboutI am trying to broaden my abilities as a writer, hoping to learn new styles and ways to express myself. I am married with 4 kids and a beautiful grandson, plus my two wonderful yorkshire terriers T.. more..Writing
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