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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