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The Sleepless Night

Poetry By: ben hardstaff

This is about the frustration and angst associated with insomnia.

Submitted:Jan 24, 2013    Reads: 1,204    Comments: 16    Likes: 11   

The Sleepless Night

As darkness falls and others sleep,

In moonlight, full and sleek,

Internal murmurs stir my soul,

as dreams play hide and seek.


Persistent whispers seem to taunt,

like howling winds outside,

as sleepless demons slowly creep

Through caverns, in my mind.


With thirty ticks and thirty tocks,

another minute's passed,

but still, I battle consciousness,

and memories of the past.


From back, to front, to side, then back

to front and side again,

my shadow rolls, uncomfortably,

for countless hours on end.


And so, I sing a lullaby,

to pacify my mind,

then tut and sigh, dissatisfied,

as Mr. Sandman hides.


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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