Insomnia struck last night, so I decided to free-flow write how it felt for me. A couple people liked it, maybe you will too?
Tormented by sounds and words only i can hear
Why does the moon rise when you're near?
How can my soul be so a flame
With music and candles and lights they all came
Those words and sounds and songs which to me
Torment and tease and give no rest to thee
Maybe one day it all shall end
But i will miss the muse in my head
Until such time when I rest all my days
I shall sing the moon down in every way
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