this is not insomnia
this is something much worse
it is the one day in a blue moon where it hurts to sleep
sweat coats your skin and hair
you have a lot to do but you do not seem to care
a thirst that can never be quenched
an inclination to walk outside but the door is locked
the one breeze that brings you solace halts
the friends drift away without a sound
i am inevitably alone tonight
i will not make it until six o'clock
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
this is not insomnia
this is something much worse
it is the one day in a blue moon where it hurts to sleep
sweat coats your skin and hair
you have a lot to do but you do not seem to care
a thirst that can never be quenched
an inclination to walk outside but the door is locked
the one breeze that brings you solace halts
the friends drift away without a sound
i am inevitably alone tonight
i will not make it until six o'clock
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