Insomnia in Haiku
The faucet drip, drips.
The old kitchen clock tick, ticks,
A night beetle clicks.
Each muscle a brick,
negative thoughts racing quick,
my stomach gets sick.
The covers get kicked.
The nearest light switch is flicked.
I’m finally licked.
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