Insomnia

Tossing, turning, an endless cycle.
A constant buzzing.
It surrounds me, suffocating. 
A white noise on loop. 
Thoughts race through my exasperated mind.
I long for peace; bliss,
In the midst of death’s grip.
Only moments away from life’s song.

This poem is about: 
Me

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