Hell that's awake
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A poem on insomnia, at request of @jameswilsonjr (wish you good health) ☺☺☺ ©

Hell that's awake

This poem is done on request of @jameswilsonjr He suffers from insomnia and asked if i could write a poem on it, so here it is .

Tried gluing myself to slumber,

Tried gluing myself to slumber, literally counting sheep;

Tried gluing myself to slumber, literally counting sheep; but I'm in a daze of wake,

Tried gluing myself to slumber, literally counting sheep; but I'm in a daze of wake, I

Tried gluing myself to slumber, literally counting sheep; but I'm in a daze of wake, I can't

Tried gluing myself to slumber, literally counting sheep; but I'm in a daze of wake, I can't sleep.

Neurotic existence, falling

Neurotic existence, falling into numbing restive,

Neurotic existence, falling into numbing restive, asleep at wheel,

Neurotic existence, falling into numbing restive, asleep at wheel, not even capable of cat nap.

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind,

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest.

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed,

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed, rigorously counting sheep;

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed, rigorously counting sheep; but my mind loves its rouse,

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed, rigorously counting sheep; but my mind loves its rouse, I

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed, rigorously counting sheep; but my mind loves its rouse, I can't

Skin-deep breaths and hurtling mind, I just want some peace for my compacted chest. Embraced my bed, rigorously counting sheep; but my mind loves its rouse, I can't sleep.

Questioning my balance,

Questioning my balance, why rest is aloof?

Questioning my balance, why rest is aloof? drugged eyes, my meat,a heavy haul.

Questioning my balance, why rest is aloof? drugged eyes, my meat,a heavy haul. immortal stares, threateningly accumulate,

Questioning my balance, why rest is aloof? drugged eyes, my meat,a heavy haul. immortal stares, threateningly accumulate, my only escape, feels, an overdose of Suvorexant.

Tired,

Tired, I'm so tired, now I'm afraid,

Tired, I'm so tired, now I'm afraid, that even on my deathbed,

Tired, I'm so tired, now I'm afraid, that even on my deathbed, my eyes would be,

Tired, I'm so tired, now I'm afraid, that even on my deathbed, my eyes would be, shot

Tired, I'm so tired, now I'm afraid, that even on my deathbed, my eyes would be, shot awake.

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