Time check
again.
04:05
The world sleeps,
yet now I thrive.
Sitting,
thinking,
always thinking.
I sleep,
I wake.
Time check
again.
04:16
What does this mean?
There are no dreams.
All is a dream,
and all is an attack.
I am always awake,
the curse of the insomniac.
Poem About Not Being Able To Sleep
The Insomniac
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016 with permission of the Author.
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