Song of the Modern Insomniac

Location

38106
United States
35° 5' 37.698" N, 90° 7' 17.1264" W

The sea of night, a gentle grey

To smooth the warmth of day away

Yet charcoal silhouettes are seen

Unveiled by the computer screen

A tender touch to sleep's soft chest

Can loose humanities repressed

And then I must return again

To sate a self-destructive end

It wracks my tired appetite

It drags me into its sick light

I raise the plastic lid and think

Adopt the pixel's pen and ink

I know, in time, the sun will rise

Reveal me, bleeding at the eyes

I know, but I'm not disinclined;

I type these words to lose my mind

This poem is about: 
Me
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