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Denial of the Insomniac by Candice Ann Moraga

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When counting sheep isn't enough...


Submitted:Jul 8, 2013    Reads: 1    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Denial of the Insomniac

by Candice Ann Moraga

The bird chirps 3AM as the crackle lights the sky

I thought I was done raining my sorrows…

And had finally cleared the storm clouds in my skull

Until nature decided to mock me

Maybe nature sympathizes

Most likely, it empathizes

It says, "I, too, feel the acid sting on my wounds -

And I'm a pissed off son of a bitch"

I was planning on taking a moonlit stroll -

But it looks like God thinks I need a shower instead

"Confess your sins and cleanse your soul"

But I'm too busy worrying about the java O.D.

I'll be experiencing in "Cube-ville" in a few short hours…

My stomach is a cavern and my mind is a labyrinth

My back - broken eggshells…

And yet - I cling, with chipped nail-polish, to my human frailties…

Just enough to blindly ask…

"Gee - why can't I fall asleep?"

And with bloodshot eyes, I watch the flicker…





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