Category : Poems

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Insomnia takes your hand, 
guides it to the remote, 
turning the t.v. on filling your ears with drama and fear,
making u watch every show that catches your eye,
the hands on the clock race around till finally,
the rooster crows the sun's up and ur blinded by the first days light shining through a small crack in your curtain, 
u realize oh god it's tomorrow,
no it's today, 
why didn't I go to bed? 
Why didn't I try harder? 
Why didn't I cut the t.v. off? 
Why didn't I just close my eyes? 
Good morning world.