Insomnia

Mind reeling remembering the feeling I cant sleep.

1:58am can't sleep yet again don't grasp why, just sit there and sigh
Flicking through cable tv wondering is there anything for me
Insomnia to feed so i'm rolling up weed, fresh grown from seed
Years of abuse left the feelings of no use, so am calling a truce
Drugs for this and drugs for that anything to get them even selling old tat
Ones to wake up too am tired should i double up and take two
Some to get you through the day, double again thats four today i'm feelin ok
Day drags on think fuck it thoughts be gone, dropping just another one
Evening draws in the bottles in bin what the fuck was my sin
Thank fuck for my weed screams my mind as it's free'd


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Inspiration for poetry can come from absolutely anywhere or from any past or anticipated life experience desire ambition love lust hate doubt even negative feelings and emotions are responsible for outburts of creativity in the meekest of personalities