![]() Life of the InsomniacA Poem by a thorny rose
Oh the life of the insomniac,
people cursed with the inability to sleep. I crave a nights rest But there is to much to do. At night I lay in bed thoughts taunt me and my overactive brain. It is an odd sensation its like a roller coaster. at first i am falling down fast. awake But soon enough I jolt thoughts taunt me bringing me way down into the blue Will I ever escape this curse?
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Added on June 5, 2014 Last Updated on June 5, 2014 Author
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