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Hi Again
Five in the morning
It hits without warning
The thoughts
The dying clocks
The brain that talks
The building blocks.
The gear that always turns
Until the metal heats and burns
Eyelids heavy and eyelids dry
A neck that’s sore and asking why
do we need sleep,
I’m so tired of getting sleep
But I need it to make the days
seem short as they melt away
And when I awake it’s afternoon
Before I know it I see the moon
And it’s time to go to bed
And say hi again to 5 am.
It hits without warning
The thoughts
The dying clocks
The brain that talks
The building blocks.
The gear that always turns
Until the metal heats and burns
Eyelids heavy and eyelids dry
A neck that’s sore and asking why
do we need sleep,
I’m so tired of getting sleep
But I need it to make the days
seem short as they melt away
And when I awake it’s afternoon
Before I know it I see the moon
And it’s time to go to bed
And say hi again to 5 am.
Published 30th Aug 2018
Author's Note
The cycle of having insomnia and a self-inflicted bad sleep cycle to make the days seem short and the nights a bit too long
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5th Jan 2019 11:59pm
I think you did a really good job expressing the struggles of insomnia. I liked your poem :)
