Insomniac Flow
(Edited)
Then I, can never seem to focus,
All night, left and right, just going
Through the motion with no lines
Flowing out the prints of my pad;
Still, like the newest witness
On the block fingers itchin
To create the demand;
It's not a sprint it's a marathon,
When shitpost time clocks in
A shitpost always comes
Fourth.
Zzz=4o4 - by CDD20 - CCO, pixabay.com
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I know this feeling of the spiraling brain thoughts all too well. You capture it so succinctly here. Thanks!
Cheers!
You did a great job, nice one.
El gracias!
Very nice poem, it catches my attention and well the image was in accordance with the poem, a good job.