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I Can't Sleep
A poem by Somebody
I can't sleep...
For whenever I try
Things dance in my mind
Paranoia consumes me
As I
Close
My
Eyes.
I can't sleep...
For whenever I try
Nightmares, twisted from my thoughts
Spring up from the ideas
I thought
I'd
For
Got.
I can't sleep...
For whenever I try
Sounds come from downstairs
That twist themselves
Into my
Dark
Est
Fears.
I can't sleep...
For whenever I try
Thoughts spring up in my head
That frighten me
And fill my
Mind
With
Dread.
I just...
Can't...
Sleep...
submitted by Somebody, age Who cares, Various places
(August 9, 2015 - 1:14 am)
(August 9, 2015 - 1:14 am)
Whoa! Who knew you were a poet? That's good, Somebody!
(August 10, 2015 - 12:32 pm)
I put my thoughts in the middle of the night in poetry form. Yes, I wrote this at midnight. And yes, that's how I feel every. Single. Night.
Fruity says whac. Whack what?
(August 10, 2015 - 5:15 pm)
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(August 10, 2015 - 4:38 pm)
Awesome poem Somebody! Love it!
(August 10, 2015 - 8:10 pm)
I'm getting that feeling that I get when I read r. l. stine's "goosebumps". Nice, Somebody!
(August 10, 2015 - 8:35 pm)
Funny..... l wrote something almost exactly like that....
(August 11, 2015 - 11:03 am)
Huh...
Well, I wasn't trying to copy.
Though I can see you writing this.
(August 11, 2015 - 4:59 pm)