Dearest Insomnia
You are like a summers dandelion
Leaving with the wind before I get to blow
Except you leave me awake
In those times were I face more monsters in my head
Than the ones under my bed
Dearest Insomnia
I've counted so many sheep that I don't know what comes next
So I always end back at 1 before the sunrises
Each night making new numbers to fit where I have misplaced the last
Dearest Insomnia
You are worse than the bullies in 4th grade
Crushed raspberry fist to bleed the red in my eyes
Where only tears are meant to fill
Telling me lavender lies in days shadow
Dearest Insomnia
Dandelions are weeds
Sheep aren't clouds
And I hate lavender
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A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
