Insomniacs Free-Less Verse Poem by Matthew Holloway

Coffee inject it straight to my arms
Give me that caffeine dance-hall kick
Break up this dull beat rhythm
For something with a little spice of life
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There's no rest for the wicked
How wicked must I be
Minutes pass, no sleep
Hours pass, no sleep
Time not so fleeting I see
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Weary, worn eyes watching shadows
Playing with woken dreams
The foolish fantasy staged plays
Of a sleepless writer
Exit stage left, enter stage right
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Soon the creeping of light
In curtain gaps replaces the dark
As sure as morning replaces night
Watching it happen, that anticipation
Not a recommended feeling
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Limp, lifeless limbs, tired
Tried and tied to the mattress
Where the body lay sleep deprived
Now needs to rise to a second life
No miracle found in the morning light
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Coffee, my caffeine dance-hall kick
Beat start the count of the new day
With a little pace played in
Take the needle off the record
Place it in me