Insomnia Poem by A J.

Insomnia

Rating: 5.0


Sleepy man
take your hand
and close the laptop lid
in your slippers
head to bed
for tiredness to rid

I can't sleep
my pillow hears me
and wrestling the sheets with tossing and turning
my aching heart is burning
because again I'm pressed by regret
and again thoughts race at random
like 'maybe I need a little dog to pet'

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