can'tsleep
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There's just too much of the world in a dayTo simply abandon for a broken sleepThe rain is tempting and absurdHushing and freezingLike the woman all the lonely things yearn for and never haveThe darkness, the other mistress;My bed's a pit of pleas
What have I done?
I'm wide awake.
Sleep used to visit at nine
and stay until morning light.
But now,
Sleep only visits in catnaps and quick winks.
It's three am--
A long time ago,
a wise sorcerer once told me
that every night, from then on,
I will soundlessly
fall asleep
and have a peacefully
lucid dream
of a far better world.
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
Walls whisper as tears hit soaked pillows, a loud voice from deep inside screams as hearts are racing.
A white hair tie bound around each wrist
The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers
She will watch the night turn grey and blue against her windowpane
