Karl created something I can really relate to here. - poetheart 08/27/01
Itches and aches, the little pests
The fleas and ants of insomnia
Keep the peace of sleep at bay
Alas, it is another day!
Beyond the twelve
Around toward one
Alone, no one home
Tired, bored and glum
No love or friend
But this paper and pen
To chase away despair
And arrange the flotsam and jetsam
Of unslept hours
Into a neat row
Of words
That make at least a little sense
And maybe sleep will find me
In the satisfaction of creation
However humble at this late hour
And in knowing someone may even read this
Good night, sweet print!
by Karl Seidman