The Night Sky To An Insomniac


The slumbers of night to me,
are chambers that locked away sleep,
under florescent lights,
brighten bloodshot eyes,
fingers traced the table coffee rings.
3am I tried to rest,
hidden my head under my blankets,
leaving the lamp on to shine,
rays poke through dull cloth 
mimicking the starry sky,
dawn is now drawing close. 


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