Anagram Nightmare #NaPoWriMo2018 10

Devastated, I cannot read! I feel cursed, my dear My hands flutter like a robin That searches for nut or nib I lie abed staring at the time The numbers that neon emit I yawn and toss and turn To...

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My head is a mash of ideas All churning and bubbling around One pops to the surface for an instant And is gone as it silently drowns Tiredness drains my batteries Every step or thought is a chore I feel...