The Insomniac Works Again Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Insomniac Works Again

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It is almost 12
midnight nigh i cannot
sleep

i cannot say
that i am thinking of you
it is just
random thoughts
like tiny meteors
shooting
in all corners of my
mind

i like to simplify
that perhaps
at the strike of the
forbidden hour

a chariot turns into
a pumpkin
a princess loses her
shoe
and i can be back
into a
mouse

the hour has come
i am back to
my nightmares

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 22 May 2014

What an idea for a poem well layed down

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