Category : Poems

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Twelve o'clock midnight and still not asleep.
So I'm creating a post,without getting to deep.
One foot exposed and the other tucked in.
Two fans are blowing so I've committed no sin.
My wife is snoring, but to quiet to hear.
But I'll still wear my earplugs because sound makes me fear.
Somehow the silence is where my dreams begin.
And if or when I get there, another night I'll win.
Shadows and lights help lead me to my goal.
Of slumber and snoring as side to side I roll.
So I'll end this post with a hopeful goodnight. 
And may all you insomniacs close your eyes and take flight.