Ode to insomnia:
I do not like it in my eyes,
I do not like it in my brain,
I do not like it in my mind,
So surely driving me insane.
I do not like it in my heart,
I do not like it in my head,
I simply wish to close my eyes,
To rest, and to the world be dead.
As purest darkness eats at me,
As growing madness guides my hand,
My soul is gone, eight words remain:
"I do not like it, Sam I Am".
Author notes
Proof that my brain is several light years from normal.
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