So Familiar

This watchful dark night

Have driven me sleepless

That familiar looking person

Have driven me sleepless

Night

A moment I pass a giggle

A moment I sit and grieve

Memories followed by the past

Have Driven me sleepless


Poetry’s ain’t a jest

But a blessing from above

Satire and resents of people

Have driven me sleepless


This watchful dark night

Have driven me sleepless

(Anne Baluch)

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