Quill Borne
Into another sleepless night
I head feet first without delight
wrapped in blankets, tangled, tombing
tossing, turning, twisting, wombing
knots in stomach, nerves frustating
anger rising, adrenal's raging
mind won't slumber, thoughts keep racing
words keep spinning, phrases pacing
nine long hours, without moral
spinal tapping epidoral
another night in tortured chamber
birthing new days sleepless labor.
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