Insane Insomia Poem by Rob cote

Insane Insomia



It's 2: 30 Tonight
And I don't Think that Ill be able to sleep
Another Restless Night....But Why?
For some reason I alwayz receive a jot of energy at Night
The only conclusion I can come to is...
The MoonLight

Why does the moon want to keep me awake?
There has to be a point to this Darkness
Im Tired of asking myself these questions..
For I Fear
That one day
I will Find the answers to these questions
And Realize that It Has Alwayz been waiting for me

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