An Insomniac's Worry
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Sweet sleep
come to me
save me from my mind
grace me with your sweet calmness.
The horrors of the human race
spin 'round, filling my head with dread.
So much greed
So much grief
So many miserable things
Does evil in fact out weight good?
How can this be?
We have been promised love.
From the days we are young
we are told it exists,
however fading.
Those lucky enough to be blessed by loves charms
be happy
while you can
for it is this mysterious thing, love
and the entropy of the world
that keeps me from,
my sleep