Insomnia
Why do you withhold my rest?
Keep sleep in complete disarray
with visions of your womanhood scantily dressed
as soon as I drift away?
I am but your kiss away from bliss.
I stand on the brink of euphoria
awaiting caresses that never come
to take me over the edge.
In frustration I have tried
to exorcise your visitation
through my pen using its blood
and sacrifice in incantations
of verse - expressive prose,
that my eyes may get to close
before my clock demands of me
that I awaken...
-HymnAgen
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