Insomniac
INSOMNIAC
I clean up my dreams
They shine well, it seems
So spake the fake when I awake
O’ the horrid sights I see
When eyelids are in front of me
Many nights hiding in bed
From disasters in my head
The pun will run towards the sun
The day and night are a joke
The banshee’s howl, the punch line broke
I can never sleep, or rest
I’m looking east but running west
No escapes from gaping shapes
Swallowed by the fear and doubt
Digested whole and **** back out
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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