Dreams keep pounding the shores of Insomnia
while i wonder…
Does life swallow my dreams…or
do dreams swallow my life?
While the shores are crumbling
thoughts keep scratching to survive
I hold on to hope
the ship of rest will find me
and rescue me from drowning in
the nets of memories past due
Waves of emotions will rock the cradle of my mind
till the echoes of my wishes are heard
Sleepy … I am …
A dreamer with insomnia
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