What is something that keeps you awake at night? Write a poem about it and let us know what does it feel to think about that particular thing that brings insomnia to your life.
A 2AM Thought
I wonder where people go when they "die"
I mean, do they really stop existing, or
do they subsist some place else?
Maybe Heaven, possibly Saturn;
Maybe hell, possibly Mercury;
or do they just jump from one star to another?