Insomnia

It's 3:59AM....

Supposed to be sleeping..

Dreaming, you’re writing a script.

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You’re trembling..

 Mumbling, you breathe out in hurt.

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You twitch..

You hitch, the quilt you have ditched.

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You’re cold, yet warm..

Awake, the entire time.

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Which... yet what?

Can stir your eyes shut?

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You ought to sleep,

To keep, your eyes from weep.

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Attend, attend!

Here’s a quote to tend:

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Surely it is..

Raining this dusk.

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Except tomorrow is..

Today’s husk!

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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