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Insomnia MAG

By Anonymous

I lie awake, kept so by
thecreaking silence
and the muffled yearnings
that hammer against mybrain.
A rush of
intertwined quivers
runs through me in
the fleetingbreath
of stolen solitude.
And the daylight lies
scrambled
on myfloor
as the echoes shy
from the sun.






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on Jan. 26 2012 at 7:25 am
RedFeather GOLD, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Prose is like walking but poetry is like dancing.
—Paul Valery, poet (1871 - 1945)

Amazing! Great poem; it's one of the best that I've read here in a while. keep writing!