It's 2:00am Again
Time to turn off the mind,Television has been on for hours,
Yet not a word comprehended.
Music in stereo surround-
Time to shut it off again.
I want to stay up until sunrise,
But in 4 minutes off the lights go-
Everybody knows I can't sleep,
Maybe it's because I just weep
Like a child every night.
How do I make this work,
When all I will see are faces
And places and spaces in time?
Ah, the prescribed medications-
I hate them. Good night. Again.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-04-09 at 08:13
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