Insomnia

If to sleep is for the weak, 

I must be stronger than them all. 

But to sleep would be a dream, 

in which I pray to fall. 

A twist of sheets and deafening creeks, 

a suffocating shawl. 

To drown in air is true despair, 

the body my mind’s thrall. 

A thinning patience and ticking time, 

thoughts a drunken squall. 

A brittle silence piercing shrieks, 

yet never spoke at all.

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my first poem hope you enjoy!