Insomnia

by mudrhetoric

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I stare at the page
Until it exhausts me.

The page is blank.
It remains blank.

My eyes become sore.
And my mind becomes weak.

I’m only interested in boredom.
I cannot sustain myself.

I fall asleep
Only when I lie awake.

This is as good as anything else.
I make it up as I go along

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