Insomniac Poem by Elliot StClare

Insomniac



You wait for sleep, but sleep never comes.
It's strange, seeing the morning sun.
But don't worry, your fears are at bed.
Too bad the monsters won't sleep in your head.

Saturday, October 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,insomnia
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Laurie Van Der Hart 22 October 2016

Good one! True for many people, I think

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