Mina Harker

Insomnia - Poem by Mina Harker

The sun sets over the weary hills
And the yellow fields and dark hedgerows
And rows and rows of horizons piled up
One by one, one by one

The night is still, the air is still
The clock ticks, and ticks, and the birds
They are not singing yet, but they will, they will
The hours are slow for the living now

And through my weary eyes I see
The sun rise unwillingly
And know another night has gone, and
Again, and again, sleep won't come,
The birds sing, and the night is gone.

Comments about Insomnia by Mina Harker

  • Rookie Hayden Shreeve (4/28/2013 3:46:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem, keep them coming (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie lost soul (9/16/2012 5:00:00 PM)

    you summed it up so poetically (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012

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