Inspired by an insomniac classmate of mine who gets half an hour of sleep every night (if lucky).
By night an insomniac,
By day a hypochondriac.
Days, hours are out of my league.
Symptom one: alert fatigue.
Wednesday means I’m halfway there,
but drowning in a glass half full of despair.
So welcome, Restless Stress (symptom two),
The tick tocks back to Tue.
Focus sat up on his high horse,
but only communicated in morse.
Yet another night an insomniac,
But forever a hypochondriac.
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