Insomnia
Curtains are closed and there’s no traffic noises,
Not even the sound of a bird in the sky,
Nobody knows what occurs past the doorway,
Which people are wakened and what reason why.
The radio maybe for breaking the silence,
Something to do while alone with their thoughts,
Waking though wanting to get back to sleep now,
Jumbled up thinking confusing all sorts.
Beyond those doors everyone with their thought patterns,
Clarity lacking with secrets they keep,
Light switched back off with their eyes closing slowly,
Hoping now for a few more hours of sleep.
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