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Insomnia

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Insomnia

The moon hangs heavy, inky sky,
Ethereal glow upon my chamber high,
Yet sleep eludes, my weary eyes,
Refuse to close, a restless guise.

My mind, a captive, thoughts take flight,
Like fireflies dance in fading light.
Exhaustion weighs, a heavy cost,
On muscle, bone, sleep’s promise lost.

I stand as sentinel, days untold,
Denied the peace, respite’s hold.
Day’s anxieties fade and cease,
Replaced by quiet, lacking peace.

A whisper haunts, a task undone,
A duty missed, a shadow spun.
This obligation, undefined,
A spectral presence in my mind.

It chills me deep, this unseen force,
My mind imprisoned, dreams divorced.
I yearn for sleep, a distant plea,
For rest that seems beyond my decree.

A captive of the night I dwell,
Eyes open, thoughts a swirling spell,
Until the dawn with painted hue,
Offers hope, sleep’s rendezvous.

When shadows flee the rising sun,
Perhaps release will then be won.
Until that time, I persevere,
A sentinel, in moonlight’s sphere.

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The night is long and still,
The stars are out and bright,
But I can’t seem to sleep,
My mind is filled with fright.

I worry about the day,
The things I have to do,
The things I said or did,
The things I didn’t do.

I worry about the future,
The things that may befall,
The things I can’t control,
The things I can’t recall.

I lie awake and stare,
At the ceiling far above,
I try to count sheep,
But they all seem to move.

I close my eyes and pray,
For sleep to come my way,
But all I hear is silence,
And all I feel is pain.

I know that I will sleep,
Eventually, I will,
But for now, I’m just awake,
And I can’t seem to will.

So I’ll lie here in the dark,
And worry about the day,
And hope that sleep will come,
Before the morning light.

Insomnia

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The night is here, yet here I sit
With eyes that would not close,
And thoughts that wander through my head
And will not let me doze.

My mind is tired, my body tired,
And yet I cannot sleep;
I feel as though I've been on guard
For days without a break.

The worries of the day are gone,
But still I cannot rest;
I feel as though there's something more
That I must do, or else.

I know not what it is, but still
It haunts me to the core;
It keeps me from my bed, and keeps
My mind from wandering o'er.

I'll try to sleep, but I know well
That sleep will not come soon;
I'll try to rest, but I know well
That rest will not be won.

So here I sit, with eyes that would
Not close, and thoughts that wander on,
And I will sit until the dawn
And then I'll try again to sleep.