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The Curse Of The Insomniac

A poem for a sleepiness night

a gloomy room with a person sitting cross legged staring into oblivion.
Photo by Ben Blennerhassett on Unsplash

Insomniac on 5th Avenue,
Never a wink of sleep.
Tired and restless,
Moving so fast.

You will miss him if you blink.
A puddle to the left,
As you run right by,
The water is deeper than you thought,




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We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.

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