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Insomnia
I go to bed at nine exhausted.
Snatched awake at eleven fifty-four.
I'm tired. So tired, but I can't help it.
I'm wide awake. I need to sleep some more.
At twelve I get a drink of water.
At one I'm tossing to the other side.
At three I leave the bed for my computer.
At four I'm lying down and want to cry.
I don't remember ever losing thought waves.
But the clock starts beeping and I know it's five.
My God! I hate to be so tired this morning,
Like the walking dead and yet I am alive.
