Nightmares and Insomnia
I like it when
Bright city lights
Drown out them
Deep darkened nights
The Bogeyman under my bed
Sighs
Calling scary dreams into my head
And I
Lash out
Scream, shout
Begging 'Sanity be saved
From His sad, despondent sights'
I quiver and I quail
Under covers- silk made
I shudder and I moan
As depression makes itself known
Night after night
Is passed in this fashion
Morning after morning
I work to tune it out
Day after day
I try and try to forget
But week upon week
I fail.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
