For the 'Lento Soup' Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
Deep in the night when troubles I’m facing, Sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t stop racing. Lying there, eyes closed, restless I stay. Trying for peace, for sweet dreams I pray. Seeming half-crazy, I just hear that clock! Dreaming would be great, but tick tock tick tock. The sound never ends. Oh, why won’t it stop? Around 3 A.M., a few pills I just pop!
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