I couldnt sleep the other night, and the only way I could explain it was like alying on a bed of nails. It doesnt hurt, but it should, in thought. One of my lighter poems.
Guess when I wrote this one.I was sitting in my grandmothers home, watching a clock as it slowly crept into a new day. Watch it do that. It is truely exhilerating, just watching time itself pass.