Insomnia Poem by Azure Critic
Insomnia
I sing myself to sleep. My favorite songs touch my compassion. Night sinks. Tears rise.
I count myself to sleep. Continual numbers fall dead-beat, into infinite.
I hold myself to sleep. My old loneliness. My bony body. So rugged. Sleep can't arrive.
Morning's been ripe.
I need death to compensate for sleepless nights.
I do this sometimes too.. Great work Dan
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4/30/2024 8:06:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice word revealing your downheartedness....May you sleep well.......Be happy......