Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Ode to insomnia

This is our thing
I'm here
Wishing you away
You're as mysterious 
As always
Playing with me
Popping up 
Just when I think we are done
You tempt me
Then vanish
Tonight feels
I'm not sure
If I even care anymore
Your appearance 
Will be short
After you leave
Which will be soon
I will be a bit grumpy
But I'll survive
If you pop up again
I will pray
Or read 
Or play
I'm finally over you
So sleep 
No sleep
Tomorrow will be fine

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