Laying here awake, thinking it through
i must have nothing better to do
can't rid myself of this bitter pain
tossing and turning through the night
falling asleep is out of sight
i am losing at my own game
i stare at the ceiling again
focusing on just what i am
and every night is always the same
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The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with
8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.
I love this write. Short, but to the point. And definately something I can relate to. I might have to try this style of writing sometime...
Keep writing.
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