Sleep Won’t Come

It’s nearly midnight and I should be sleeping

But thoughts of anxiety and anguish penetrate my mind, they are creeping.

As the ebon circles under my eyes grow darker

My cognizance distorts to a despondent state of preoccupancy

About that night, the violence done to me.

As each day passes my face grows more pale

My eyes more dark and my thoughts more stale

As I start drift off I’m suddenly roused

With nightmares my that my mind has housed.

My soul feels hopeless as night turns into day

And it’s time to go to work in my wretched state.

Sad can’t sleep

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