write a creative poem on any topic.
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unfolding... bird..poem
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sleepless nights
it’s never a strangled cry that drags me from my dreams,
but a gentle whisper, there to nudge the socks off my feet, and settle me back into the sheets.
i seem to wake before i’ve had a chance to fall to rest.
why is it that i can never sleep, but always dream?
sleepless nights rule my life and drag me by my toes,
throwing me into a sky of black and blue.
not a single star can break through this spillage.
and i sit and wonder in a sea of sheets, rippling around me,
why my mind can swim these dark, tangling waters and i never need to take a breath.
have you ever noticed how static-filled the dark is?
because when i lay buried under these burdens and blankets, the world seems ready to crumble under my grasp.
i can’t sleep, but i can dream,
of days when i wasn’t pulled struggling from bed but awoken into the light.
i wonder how i ever survived the grainy sky’s midnight troubles,
the oil spill of its thunderclouds,
the sandpaper raspiness of the three a.m. earth against my throat.
oh, how i can never sleep in a world that threatens to fall apart.