Poetry: Insomnia calls

Its all happening again
Insomnia feasting on my meek brain
Practically driving me insane
As my mind has never been this plain
I glanced through my phone with dis-dane

At least the last time I wrote
And my folks got to feel the notes
The poetry I wrote as a prose
That got them making quotes
Which got me proud like .......

So I storm into my phone
Hoping to make a clone
Of the last poetry I wrote
But towards a different goal
This, got my brain to rock and roll

So I chose to type and scroll
I wrote, without a bic biro
Since there is none that I own
I maximise this blackberry I own
Brainstorming for words I know

Obviously Now I know
That I have been writing without a goal
Probably waiting for insomnia to go
Or waiting for the cock to crow
But obviously not waiting for snow

If you are, you'll grow old
Am in nigeria if you don't know
Hoping you aint lost in my odd flows
This aint no reflection of me-bro
Only maximising this time I got though

Hi Buddies

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