it's insomnia
when I'm up all
night
when sleep eludes
me
busy in my head
busy in my brain
excitement with
dread
combine that with
rage
and flashes of red
I feel so queer
so much not myself
set my spirit
freein
more then I can
bear
my heart is rapid
it's filled up with
fear
need to go to bed
'fore I end up dead
Copyright © 2015 By Patrick B Vince
Octameter Poem
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