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Poetry to pass the sleepless night

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. So I made a poem to convey my problems.

A restless sleep.

I lay still, the damned clock ticking
The scars upon my wrist stinging
Each tick brings me further into the night
As the moon flies it's restless flight
Feigning sleep, the air is chill
Cold wind blows by the window sill
That damn clock is ticking still
And no closer am I to sleep

A pattern of thought with no true rhythm
Frantic memories, no nearer nor distant
That god awful pain making clear it's intentions
My demons clutching beneath the skin

But now it's fuzzy, the unsettled night
The ticking growing faint
Crazy thoughts lie still and light
And finally, I drift away

Shadows and fog fill my sleeping brain
Visions of the day it was taken away
Stifling dark, and his heavy weight
The fear and that god awful pain

I can never forget.

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