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Sleepless
Turn and toss
Sit up and lie down
Emotions and thoughts flooded the floor
Over the window sill
Crack the glass
Heat escaped from the worn body
Cold creeped from edges of the quilt
Shivering with unstoppable motions
Only time will numb the poor soul
Until nothing is left except icy cold
A frozen popsticle of unhappiness
Left alone in the freezer of life
Never been taken a bite off of
Sun never appeared
Dark clouds cried for the blue heart
For it shall be frozen for eternity
Until sleep falls to end its misery
Liked this one, also. Any sleepless night, could be as uncomfortable as being a popsicle. Never thought of that before, but good comparison.
Angel, I like all of your uses of description in this piece. Icy popsicles and freezer of life were specially good! Keep on writing, girl~!