Poem A Day Challenge: Day 3

late at night
my thoughts run like wild beasts
they come and go as they please
without a thought for my well being

the only thing that quiets my wild thoughts
are writing them down like a mad man
beating on my computer keys,
like Kerouac pounding away at his type writer

i am no legend like kerouac,
but i too have insomnia from time to time
expect mine aren’t drug induced

a clear mind, a bit sleepy, but clean
all i need is poetry to get me high on life

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