• athousandwordsbymonah 6w

    Insomnia 1

    This I wrote on a lonely night when sleep refused to visit me. I turned and toss like steaks on hot wire beneath the coal. The night is quite until midnight. The night never sleeps, so it makes me its confidant. It keeps me wide awake and chasses sleep and dreams away from me.
    ©athousandwordsbymonah