A lot of my poetry is about love. I do love writing about love, in fact,it's my favorite subject.
Tonight though I digress a bit to write a poem about someone I am thinking of, who like myself, is also an insomniac.
This one is for you......
Here I sit it's two A.M.,
I should be sleeping now,
My mind's awake and thinking,
but my body's wondering how.
Insomnia, Insomnia,
Thy wicked name implies,
That slumber ceases to exist,
and so I must arise.
Why do you tease my inner peace,
my sanctuary so?
What have I done to rate this test,
I beg you now please go?
Oh peaceful sleep I feel your presence,
as drowsiness draws near,
Insomnia, Insomnia,
Farewell,good night my dear.
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