Sleepless In Suburbia Poem by Rachel Flint
Sleepless In Suburbia
Every creek of the house
Every gurgling drain
Every leaking tap
Drives you insane
You wonder out loud
What’s the point of it all?
As you watch shadows
Climbing up the wall
You don’t know what time it is
And you don’t care
The seconds tick slowly by
As you continue to stare
The land of nod seems beautiful
And you wish to get back
But your train of thought
Has gone of the track
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4/26/2024 1:38:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Me thinks I've read you before? ? ? I like this a lot. rx