Non-Erotic PoetryInsomniaWhy do I lay awake?
Night after night,
Alone with my thoughts
With my memories
Staring at the clock
Which barely seems to move?
What happens to today?
When it becomes tomorrow
What happens to the minutes?
When they become hours
Why do I ask these questions?
And where do I find my answers
Time waits for no man
Yet stands still for me.
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