Insomnia: A Poem
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A night owl
Not a morning person;
I need only a few hours!
Or so I tell myself.
Melatonin, pot, Ambien, wine;
Meditate, self-medicate.
Daydream ways to
Nightdream again.
Head in the clouds
Heart on my sleeve
Longing for the sleep of
A never memory.
Sleep when you’re dead
Naps are wasted on the young;
Bone-deep fatigue becomes every day
So used to it that I went undiagnosed.
Wishing sleep was a choice;
The world in darkness
I sit by the light of a small desk lamp
Listening to the birds wake.
He slumbers alone;
When he rises, he’ll ask
“How did you sleep, my love?”
So many nights, the same; I did not.
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