Don't you dread the nights, my fellow insomniac
Once it's about after ten, and there's no turning back No one awake and the stores are all closed The roots of this plague, not a soul knows Perhaps if I had someone to lie beside To talk for hours on end about everything I hide So I create by spilling ink on the page In hopes I'll be exhausted from all the rage I feel my mind tire though my body is awake Or could it be the other way around It is a slumber which I cannot fake Although my eyes are closed and I'm lying down Don't seduce me Don't sedate me I keep you tossing It's too late for me The fog is closing in The clock is in slow spin God, won't you help me Just strike me down The word is nebulous (The) Paper so porous I'm waiting for death Or the alarm to sound It's summer time, the heat is everywhere The fan doesn't help, it just stirs up hot air I'm sweating, swimming in wetness With no one around to be a comforting witness This is all part of a waking nightmare In need of a release but it's not there Whole night ahead but it becomes time to spare My mind is bulging but the page and pen don't care Don't seduce me Don't sedate me I keep you tossing It's too late for me The imperfections are all mine But they don't pass the time God, won't you help me Just strike me down Perfection gives me pause (A) reason without a cause I'm waiting for death Or the alarm to sound Don't you dread the nights, my fellow insomniac It's about after ten, and there's no turning back No one awake and the stores are all closed The roots of this plague, not a soul knows Don't seduce me Don't sedate me I keep you tossing It's too late for me "When I get writer's block, I write about writer's block." Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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September 2016
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