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Yup. It is 4am and I am awake again. Still have yet to fall asleep. My mind is reeling but I am supposed to be the fisherman on this lifeboat and there is no way to reel it in.
It is too much of a catch. I know when I reel it in, it will probably swallow my lure and lure me right back in to make me sink.I am waiting for the day that I can say
I will shut it off
I am waiting for the day that I can say
I will flush it out.
I am waiting for the day that I can say
I will fall asleep early.
I am waiting for the day that I can say
I will not wake up just to think.
I am waiting for that damn day!So tired (LITERALLY NOT FIGURATIVELY) of the bullshit running down the asscrack of my brain. For what reason do you have to pile up? For what reason do you not flush out?
Trying to come up with a rhyme or a reason to stop thinking... but I can't, so I'll just keep rhyming and reasoning until I can.Hope you enjoy my insomnia induced poem :)
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PoetryThis is a collection of quotes and poems which I use to validate some of my mindless thoughts and feelings about myself and life in general. I tried something new here... I used any pictures that I have taken, and I wrote the poems over them. Each...