Sleep that seeps to the soul

You challenge the sleep that seeps deep

Weeping, weaving within the blankets

as if Arachne challenged Athena

empty space 

is where the looms fall into place

you gaze up at the roof with insomnia

eyelids that covers your cornea

but to no avail

you sail within your deep unrest

and the ticking ticks deeper and deeper

yet you don't feel any sleepier

but the loom and doom of sleep lurks

as the clock works it's might dread

and just like my writer's block

it is now 9 o'clock

This poem is about: 
Our world


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