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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: 703    Comments: 16    Likes: 11   


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,

as 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 hundred yawns,

without a single wink.





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