Insomnia Returned
By Tonerman
It returns, Cast away, By disease, By sickness, By illness. A corruption, Of my flesh. But, The medicine men, They cure me. Just to wound me. I read, I think, I dispear. I want sleep. I need sleep. I must have, Sleep! But it eludes me. Sliping from, My grasp. My eyes, Bloodshot. Black bagged, Haggard. I'm so tired. Routine keeps, Me going. I hate routine. I must escape. I need escape... My mind, Won't give it. My mind, Tries to give it. But it fails. Misserably. Utterly. Completely. Why me? Why should, This be. Oh, Why me? I must rest, I must escape, I must sleep! Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 02:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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