Sitting here at 4am,
I am wide awake.
My head will split right open
and my thoughts will make me quake.
Shaking in no shoes,
Somehow triumphs over the blues.
My eyes are peeled open,
Causing quite commotion.
What's now happening in my head,
Will not allow me to go to bed.
Stomach begins to rumble.
Sleep is starting to crumble.
My brain is beginning to shatter
While pondering current matters.
It will leave a trace of splatter,
My soul suddenly tatters.
Gonna take a pill so I can sleep,
Maybe tomorrow
I won't have to weep.
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Poems To Make Your Teeth Rattle
PoetryI am mataya moore and this is a random collaboration of things that my go through my brain, turned into poetry.🗡
