My head spins with information,
as my hands smash on the keys.
I stay up all night, until I see the peak of sunlight.
Blood shot eyes, dry mouth.
Then again, I restart the cycle.
I have the disease you, I can never get away.
From the everlasting cycle, that
controls me,
possesses me,
and it converts me into an uncontrollable insomniac.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Book
PoesíaHere's a little bundle of poems that I wrote. Copyright on all of my poems. Hope you enjoy them! :)
