Insomnia Poem by Theodore Penn

Insomnia



I toss and turn within this bed
Phantom thoughts in a busy head

I tried to fly in my dreams
Woke up in a sweaty sea

I don't want anyone to ring my phone
even though I don't wanna be alone

I call it a home but what is it now?
Now that the heart of me cannot be found

I would cry myself to sleep if I had the tears
instead of laying here awake in my fear

Friday, June 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,insomnia,sleep
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