Shannon’s doing poetry?

The world keeps me awake at night.
The A38 whirring past my window,
There aren’t even any cars.
Its the wind rushing up and down; it can’t make up its
Mind. Does it return to Cornwall, or travel
To destinations
Unknown?
I do not know.

My clock keeps me awake at night.
Ticking in time with my broken heart,
It reminds me that time is passing.
I am still awake but the clock doesn’t care and it
Won’t stop ticking for me. Do I take
Out the battery?
I don’t think so.

My thoughts keep me awake at night.
Wishful thinking is a curse for any girl,
Dreaming about life.
Pondering the meaning of her existence, I don’t think I
Am ready for what the world. Should I stay
And hope some more?
It’s time to go.

To sleep.

(Shannon Brown, 16)

I thought I’d have a go at writing poetry. I’m not sure how good this is, but meh.
Two names at the moment:
‘Insomniac’
Or
‘I wish the world was silent’.

Either work.

Shannon.