They call me an insomniac
Sleep deprived and a little depressed
But, this is not how I see it
A loving soul needs a constant caress
The night comes on so very blind
It goes on and on
up until the daylight
Bragging about her hold
Upon my life that it controls
I could not settle
for anything less
A lot to cover
within this mess
Fear haunts me
on missing out
Of life
and her colorful chest
Tattooed and etched
upon her breast
Souls of the blind
and the oppressed
Time is so short
within this life
A lot to see
and a lot to suppress
I might get my peace
In the end
An eternal satiated sleep,
nonetheless
Nick Kler
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