Insomniac Thoughts

When sleep comes

I will no longer be exhausted

My mind chatters into the morning

In a long winded conversation

That leaves me irritated

Sleeping is pulling me to bed

As if it could lure me to slumber

With warm blanket and darkness

But look at me

Clanging at my keyboard

In a dark room

A mad scientist hard at work

Trying to find the right amount

Of purpose and hibernation

But my brain, holds me hostage

In an amusement park of thoughts

And I look helplessly at Sleeping

Wanting an answer, a solution

I wanted assurance that soon

All the voices would quiet in my head

Sleeping was snoring away

Leaving me alone

Contemplating rest and thoughts

By the soft glow of my computer screen

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