13 February 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: insomnia
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A Poem
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2 min readFeb 14, 2021
The hueing numbers on the clock whisper in uncontained fervor,
Yet the moon and the sky move no further;
The tremors of the grass swept bed have left me in a rhapsody,
Now the folding of the pillow beckons me behind bloodcurdling agony.
