Insomnia short poem

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Insomnia used to drive me mad,
Every night I would toss and turn,
These days I think it’s really not bad,
For that’s when I get my work done.

My mind seems to come alive at night,
My imagination sparks a fire,
It’s then that I begin to write,
For hours to my hearts desire.

I like when the rest of the world is asleep,
When I am here all on my own,
I know in the night, my secrets I keep,
I’m at peace when I’m here alone.

No distractions, no phone to ring,
No texts to diverse my mind,
Freedom here the night does bring,
Released from the world I find.

Some nights I never bother to try,
I know when sleep won’t come,
I can feel it though I don’t know why,
When the day is all over and done.

Insomnia has become my friend,
For the words flow fast and free,
Through the long dark nights I depend,
For that’s when I can be “Me”

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