Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Insomnia Comments

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I sing myself to sleep. My favorite songs touch my compassion. Night sinks. Tears rise.
I count myself to sleep. Continual numbers fall dead-beat, into infinite.
I hold myself to sleep. My old loneliness. My bony body. So rugged. Sleep can't arrive.
Morning's been ripe.
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Sameer Ahmed 27 December 2008

Nice word revealing your downheartedness....May you sleep well.......Be happy......

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Blue Eyes 03 December 2008

this poem brought tears to my eyes.i feel for u.

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Joseph Poewhit 26 November 2008

I don't sleep, but, why rush death

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I do this sometimes too.. Great work Dan

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