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Insomnia
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Like the back of a VW Night
Night, when the moon meets its apex
When people sleep
But not me
Darkness brings the tides of slumber
To those not scared to swim
To swim in the dim lit black pool
A pool of sky and stars
Daemons in my head keep from its shore
The shore of slumber
While others are admitted all I get
Is to swim in the relentless sands of time
Why a little daemon keeps me from sleep
I know not why
The thought of sleep makes me yearn it
But I am tortured by demonic prods
When I am so close I can feel it but
I am never close enough.
Wonderful! The only way I can describe my pleasure in this poem is to relate it to one of my old favorites, Invictus. You truly have the heart.
And I beleve that I run a tie game with LaLee with No dispute for biggest fan.