Three A.M.
Heavy eyes,
Busy mind,
Music playing soft.
Nothing helps.
You'll have to be up soon,
But your brain
Just can't settle.
Another sleepless night.
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Poetry From The Heart
PoetryPoetry written by me about things that make my soul ache. Also things about myself and friends.
Insomnia
Three A.M.
Heavy eyes,
Busy mind,
Music playing soft.
Nothing helps.
You'll have to be up soon,
But your brain
Just can't settle.
Another sleepless night.
