Insomnia Poetry

My Insomnia Poetry

This is what happens when you go a few days without sleep.


 Garbled zombie speak

Drips like syrup from my lips

Sleep eludes me still

Nursery Rhyme:

 There once was a woman named Foda

Who drove a Toyota Corolla

Insomnia struck like the side of a truck

So she wandered the streets in a toga


 This is my tired brain.

Sleeping is imperative.

Not sleeping is a pain….

Rhyming is hard.

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