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Insomnia
I stare at the ceiling every sleepless night
All the thoughts in my mind,
All the strife that I find
Why can't I sleep? I truly don't know
The noises inside can't be smothered by the
pillow
Fighting to close my eyes against the feeling
Nerves on end, questions are spinning
Does he like me? Am I fat?
What the hell is happening in Iraq?
As the night moves to dawn
I cannot sleep, but the day is done
hey,
it's nice to read something by a fellow insomniac, love your poetry. All of it. Come to my corner if you wish, and read my poetry, you may like what you read, or not.
Love and respect,
micheal