'Too Many Poets'

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Can't seem to drift to sleep:
Caught both the sunset and sunrise
Dragged thru a twilight, and a cold rainy dawn
Couldn't offer a blink, couldn't scrounge up a yawn

Nothing but luminous clouds in my eyes
My bed a pool of yesterday's french fries.
Forming ludicrous shapes
Whilst I swallow my grapes?

The covers I'm under
Scary lightning and thunder!
Howling wind in the trees
Shaking out childhood memories!

Don't wanna look back
Lots of pain, everything's black!
Please turn on the light
So as to diminish my fright ...

Hope to outlast this storm
Return to some semblance of norm
Some days are more troublesome to cope
Must contact my God, and pray for some hope

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