by Adam John

Created on: March 23, 2009   Last Updated: March 24, 2009

At 2:30 am I rise

With the Sand Man's fingers in my eyes

My feet recoil at the cold hard floor

I know that I will sleep no more

At 2:30 am I rose

The winter chill nipping at my toes

I looked outside and scowled at the moon

Praying I would fall be asleep soon

At 2:30 am I despair

I watch my breath upon the air

I chance a look at my stupid clock

It sings aloud a ticking mock

At 2:30 am I cry

I cannot sleep and wonder why

I shake and turn and over I roll

Waiting for time to take its toll

At 2:30 am I scream

Caught up in yet one more bad dream

Where I can never get to sleep

Counting endlessly boring, fluffy sheep

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