Sleep evades I toss and turn
Begging for good nights rest
This is all for which I yearn
Searching for slumber in jest
Plague as a Vampire to obambulate
Passing hour after hour on end
Striving on my sanity confiscate
Of this my foe will not bend
Try as I might absolute I am sure
My struggle most nights will go on
An insomniacs fate for eternity endure
Lasting until I am gone
Maybe its time for Ambien’s magic
To sleep before body and mind go tragic
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Word: Obambulate
Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend – 21-22 September 2013 Poetry Prompt