Nick Kler

Veteran Poet - 1,397 Points (07/09/1967 / USA)

A Career Insomniac - Poem by Nick Kler

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 on 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 blind and oppressed

Time is so short within this life
A lot to see and a lot to suppress
I might get my peace at the end
An eternal satiated sleep, nonetheless

Nick Kler

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Topic(s) of this poem: insomnia

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Lack of sleep, insomnia

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 11, 2015

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