Insomnia
A racing brain
does not inspire
many fruitful thoughts
it wakens me
from sleepy dreams
leaving me distraught
what will I say
what did I do
what really must be done
ticking clocks
creaking floors
a coming morning sun
a racing brain
keeps me awake
while others sleep so sound
relaxing now
fall back to sleep
thoughts racing back around
jolt me awake
no sleeping yet
nocturnal weary harm
now slipping off
dozing quiet
hear the clock's alarm
rsalassi commented on Insomnia
06-24-2010
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06-22-2010
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10-04-2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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