Insomnia
By David Pierce, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Leaden lids
Gritty eyes
Tic-tock-tic
Time flies.
Neighbors sleep
Dogs bark
You lay awake
Pitch dark.
Tried all the pills
The old and the new Red, green, orange
Yellow and blue.
A club for insomniacs
Free for all to join
The price of admission
Just read this poem.
Notes: Sue Finken
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