No.1
Insomnia creeps,
as the rest of the world sleeps,
the rain pours,
It keeps me calm,
it makes me think,
then within a blink,
sleep is near,
while the soft patter whispers to my ear.
No.2
They call me crazy,
they say i'm strange,
if different is bad,
then why aren't we all the same?,
to those who despise of normal,
and those who like weird,
your no more crazy,
than an old man with a beard,
yeah this poem is strange,
that's kinda the point.
No.3
He's drunk again,
A hand colides with her face,
Her children watch in fear,
She tells them to go,
They pick up the pace,
They listen from their room,
Holding one another close,
When morning comes its just a distant memory,
But it stays forever, burning in the mind.
