FOR WHERE ART MY EARPLUGS
Oh well here I go again,It's the middle of the night.
All my thoughts have taken flight,
Well not quite. But nearly,
Wish I could close down.
My mind stays open all night,
Even if the rest of the world is quiet.
I don't wish to be a bore,
Think that it's time for my symphony
of snores.
A cacophony of sounds,
A deaf mans delight.
Don't think that I need it,
To keep me awake at night.
To sleep perchance to dream,
All I really need to do is scream.
Just had a funny thought,
Then suddenly it's gone again.
It's almost as though something,
Has crawled in and out of my brain.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-03-04 at 00:33
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