It is 1:09 am on a weeknight and I cannot sleep By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
here i am staring
at my phone and listening to
the air vent chug i
have an uneasiness a
physical ache in my chest that keeps
me awake and makes me twitch. my
toes curl with anxiety under the covers
i have something to say but i'm not quite sure what
i have art to create but i'm not quite sure how
i have passion to use but i'm not quite sure where
there is something i can't spit out
some spark of brilliance that is caught
stuck on an organ,
caught in an artery,
lodged in my windpipe
not letting out any noise out until it is coughed up.
i often feel restless
i often feel less than whole
i think about past times that made me feel fulfilled
just to remember what it was like
to have purpose,
to have excitement,
to have passion.
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