Insomia

In the dawn of this day My slumber is in dismay So I arise and listened to music And found a pen to act like poetic. I was wondering if I do have a talent Of being a poet for my life’s a bent I am thinking if my time and efforts a waste For I deducted my sleep to make this poem great. I endured mosquitoes and dawn’s cold breeze But hearing the song “True Color” gives me a beat If everyone sees true color this is such a feat For I don’t need to act great and be a freeze. Well I guess this is it For now I don’t have words to fit My simple poem for the morning For I have a hard time sleeping.