Are Writers Insomniacs??
At first the words
The thoughts
The voices
A welcome change.
Like a neglected child
showing a new trick,
'Look, Look at me...
Look what I can do!'
Till you feel sick.
It is a nice visit of myself
Now the stay is over welcome
Please leave
I need to be numb
It is my own payback
for turning into a zombie.
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