Dreaming Insomniac
Tossing and turning
The hot flusters that rule the night
Moaning and groaning
Eyes closed mind wide open
Sobbing and sighing
A hundred voices in an empty room
Your pupils whizz around under your eyelids
Your chest heaves
Cheeks red and damp
As you turn your weak body to the made-up side of the bed
All neat and pristine
Unlike your own which is damp and disarrayed
You hear the ticking time
And you let the sound of time take you back
Back to when you shared this bed with another
Remember the peaceful slumber with your lover
Now you are an insomniac in solitude
Tormented by memories while the world is silent and still
You toss and turn
Trying to flee from the past
While he moves forward soundly
Poor insomniac
You dreaming insomniac.
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