
1:17am…
My eyes burn…My thoughts race like turbo engines,
All throttles stuck,
All Balls to the Wall,
Fire and flame from the exhaust of my ears..
Clock staring at me
like a wounded Cyclops.
Can’t get up –too early;
Can’t stay here; too wired….
Like a spring being tightened
tighter and tighter
and faster and faster
and knowing time is flying by
before life hits me in the face
with morning.
Your description of ‘insomnia’, so apt.
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