Wednesday, March 30, 2016

She is Insomnia

She sets in again,
My lifelong, alluring friend.
I toss and turn.

She wakes me in the night,
Or early, before the new sun rises.
She keeps me to herself,
In this purgatory hell.

I wish to close my eyes,
But open they remain.
My soul is restless,
Mind is racing...

I'm over her sick games.

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