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The Sleepless Night

Poetry By: ben hardstaff
Poetry


This is about the frustration and angst associated with insomnia.


Submitted:Jan 24, 2013    Reads: 89    Comments: 15    Likes: 10   


The Sleepless Night

As darkness falls and others sleep,

In moonlight, full and sleek,

Internal murmurs stir my soul,

Whilst dreams play hide and seek.

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Persistent whispers seem to taunt,

Like howling winds outside,

And sleepless demons slowly creep

Through caverns, in my mind.

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With thirty ticks and thirty tocks,

Another minute's passed.

But still, I battle consciousness,

And memories of the past.

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From back, to front, to side, then back

To front and side again,

My shadow rolls, uncomfortably,

For countless hours on end.

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And so, I sing a lullaby,

To pacify my mind,

Then tut and sigh, dissatisfied,

As Mr. Sandman hides.

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Beneath the sheets, I palpitate:

My soul begins to sink.

From dusk to dawn: a thousand yawns,

Without a single wink.





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