Insomnia

Insomnia

 

I slept with my phone in pocket

expecting a buzz or a toll

I lay half-woke with knowledge

and hope that you may

reach out to me even under circumstance

so confined…

maybe I slept with my phone in my pocket nor for reason

nor for rhyme

 

I lay with worry heavy head

thinking you’d be wondering

thinking you’d care

I slept with my phone in my pocket

while you slept without a care

 

maybe I’m weak

maybe for you I fall

but someday ill be fast asleep

without a wish that you’d call

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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