Its 12am and I can’t sleep;
Thoughts are pounding through my head.
Those red numbers on my clock
Tick and on and taunt, taunt, taunt.
I am tired, oh so tired, but my head won’t let me sleep.
You see, you see, it’s a condition
And I am an insomniac.
It’s 3am and I can’t sleep;
And lover, you’re on my mind.
Your beautiful caress is filling up my head,
So now my eyes won’t bind.
But I am tired and my body has fallen asleep.
But you see, you see, my mind’s eyes are only just open
And I am an insomniac.
Now its 6am and morning dawn
Is flooding up the sky.
The light seeps in and brushes the floor,
Awakening all but me
Because I am already awake and my eyes burn from opening all night.
Now you see, you see, I cannot tell anyone, they wouldn’t understand
And I am an insomniac.
The day has gone by and once again I am in bed,
It is 12am once more.
The moon has risen, the stars are alight,
And my mind comes out to play.
I cry, I shake, I am always awake and I can take no more.
You see, you see, I have not slept in days.
Because I am an insomniac.
Inspired by my inability to sleep.
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Poems
Poetry*CONTINUOUS* Although I have no stories published on here yet, I write poetry too. I'm a better writer, I think, but sometimes I get ideas and poetry is an easier, more short-term solution to get those ideas out so I started poetry. I will add more...
