Curse of Insmonia
nights long and sleepless
full of toss and turn
in the dark I'm helpless
nagging thoughts too stern
so desperately needing rest
before my eyes explode
no way to be my best
in this sleep deprived mode
days seem truly endless
everything in slow motion
feeling so damn restless
I need some kind of potion
some brew in the pot
something to pick me up
I'll take a double shot
hurry, fill my cup
I'll take anything
to banish this wicked haze
I'll try anything
to vanquish insomnia's evil ways!
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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