Insomniac

Insomniac

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

I slowly wake up and it is still dark outside.

Staring at the alarm clock which I hate with so much passion.

What the hell!?

It's 3 Am....what am I to do?

Why am I awake at this time?

I should be sound asleep like the world around me...but why am I still awake and unable to go to sleep?

I have written my eyes out for the last 3 hours becuase I had nothing else to do but think.

My thoughts are deeply written on paper....needing the world to see what I have to go through.

Why does this happen to me?

I now cannot fall back asleep and it's 3 in the morning...

I grab my notebook from atop my shelf and start to write again

© 2009 I Am Svetlana


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inspirational...

well done

Posted 14 Years Ago



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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

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"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..

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