A poem about four people and one morning.

Poem.

Sometimes when you feel sick to your stomach you can’t sleep or relax. It’s best to get all that sickness out of you so you can finally get some rest and relaxation. Get it all out and vomit.

A poem about sleeplessness.

I wrote this when I was having a hard time trying to sleep.

I’m laying here trying to go to sleep and I can think of everything but once again.

I wonder about the many people I’ve left behind
Memories slowly fading from my mind
The violence, the words, the faces all a blur
No photos, no videos, nothing to remind me of… them
And so… I think…

I wrote this poem to try and describe to everyone around me what it is like to have anxiety issues.

Rantings of an Insomniac.

Just a poem.