Insomnia Cure

My cold hand shakes,

    I thirst deep down,

Something harder, faster, stronger,

    A drink to forget, to incapacitate,

A silent plea for something easier,

    Any alternative offers strife and pain,

This liquid burns as I bleed my terrible notions,

    But never as much as my sober mind,

Forget my thoughts I can’t be alone with them,

    Distractions to forge something new in my head,

I ingest my only hope,

    Faster and faster,

Danger is fleeting, no longer caring,

    Down after down my spiraling smile,

Out of control, forever it seems,

    My only escape to fall asleep.


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