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[aid] => mick
[title] => Restless
[time] => 2005-05-01 19:44:40
[hometext] => Wrote this at 2 in the morning... Bear with me, lol. ;-)
[bodytext] => 2:45 a.m., The clock mocks me with those neon numbers, Reminders of this horrid insomnia... I yearn for just a second of slumber, My eyes are weary, Yet, my mind is a restless city, Endless thread of thoughts linked to nothing, Voices clawing at my sanity, I must write… My fingers tremble with anticipation, To feel the comforting coolness of my pen, To weave tales of Nostalgia and Beauty, Songs of You… No sound, But the rhythmic beat of my heart, The agitating Tick-Tock of that 12 numbered face, The soothing melody of crickets and cool breezes, The incessant clicking of my blinking eyes… Dreams are left to be dreamt another night, As Day grows ever near… I write in total darkness, Hidden beneath a blanket of shadows, Tormented by the Voices that wish to be heard, Their tales waiting to be told… My dusty bed yawns, rolls over, and falls asleep, It will have no occupant tonight… The Sandman, With a, “Whenever you’re ready,” Sits beside me, And waits… 3:05 a.m., The Voices have grown quiet, If only for a moment, And I recline on an old blue couch, Groaning as I lay, realizing I will sleep upon it once more… Hoping for flights of fancy and blissful slumber, I close these somnolent eyes, And listen, For Sleep’s sweet lullaby… [comments] => 6 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 60 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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