A Poet’s Insomnia

Clock hands crawl tick creep

Shadows clamour in the gloom

The night’s devoid of sleep

Bad dreams linger in the room

Suffocating hope

Engendering doom

Words become phrases

Couplets rhyme

Wild fancy composes

Rhythmic lines

Quickened wits

Perform poetic feats

Wilful notions

Tug at storm-tossed sheets

At long last, ruffled by the sun’s first ray

Dawn’s grey penumbra surrenders to the day

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