Journal

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

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Time

A mistress more cruel than mother nature herself
Can steal one's beauty, fame, and wealth
Endlessly present and forever aware
Of the insignificance you hold when others compare
Oblivious to your pleadings
To wind back the clock
And numerous attempts
To avoid death's inevitable
Knock-knock

Time is today
Yesterday & Tomorrow
So please try and contain
Your youth wishing sorrow
Your nose-wrinkling pain
And eye-twitching terror
Time won't be caught ever making an error

Time is a being of a grand design
So best to watch yourself and not get out of line
Please enjoy your days
As plenty or as few
Because one day you will realize
Time has been working on you


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