Insomnia


As the eyeballs shift
The eyelids lift
Insisting to hold me
They won’t let me drift

They’ve minds of their own
With hearts-cold as stone
Both laughing aloud
As I fidget and groan

In the darkness
The duo allows me to see
The hour move forward
From two o’clock to three

They collude with the mind
Forcing gears to grind
It is torture-when all I want
Is to unwind

I reach for my drink
Pop a cocktail of pills
But I hold down the fort
To save some for the thrills

I lay down my head
While I wait for relief
Still feeling half-dead
From lethargical grief

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