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Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Monday, June 20, 2011

Remembrance

Shattered Glass
In the windows to my soul
Distant future
And misshapen goals
Light flashes on days gone by
A moment of silence
My face toward the sky

A remembrance
One for the many
Enough is Enough
The death toll counted plenty
Life isn't love
But memories are
Links us to others
No matter how far
Uncross my heart
And leave on my way
But never forget those from yesterday
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