some nights I wake up, staring at the ceiling
no pills for me, no A.S.M.R. hums
I start reciting poetry, with feeling
until the shadows run, beaten by drums
it’s others’ work, alas, that I remember
I haven’t yet penned something for the night
but one does hope, some allpoetry member
can recite mine, and not turn on the light
Author notes: image from shutterstock https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784660-tell-me-about-your-poetry
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