- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Insomnia
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Why 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.
- COMMENTS
LangstonLoverover 11 years agoBecause you need to embrace your erotic self, dear. Free your words and your imagination to claim your piece of the universal sensation of lust yearning it's way toward satisfaction in the heart. When you've lived the fulfillment of your desire, even just in your mind and words... Then you can rest there... And sweetly sleep. All the best
-Langston Lover
LeBrozalmost 19 years agoSleeplessness seeking solace.
Thanks and thanks again for when you offer your own comments in poetic form.
Bill Dadaalmost 19 years agoYour poem was much less confusing than the last comment. Very nice job.
BD
~hellbaby~almost 19 years agoWhat happens to today?
When it becomes tomorrow
When it becomes tomorrow (which is actually now today)The today that was is now yesterday.
Seeker n Finderover 19 years agoI wonder how many people read this poem and seen themselves?I know I did. Good Job!
