Yet again the clock ticks- my head pulsates, silence resonates in an empty chest. Restless, paralyzed I lay, sedating my idle to rest. Of course, I’ve heard what they all say. After each night there’s always another day! Oh well, a tomorrow must come again. And, I shall spend it breath by breath, in mundane… Vox Poetica, published 07/01/2017.
The dark nights of insomnia, that plague us.
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