Insomnia…you Bitch.
When I need sleep the most here you come with your war drums. I age a decade every time we play this game.
What spurned it
One can only guess
Fear the blackened cave of the unknown
The things hidden one can only guess at.
When I’ve always been so fixated on control and minute details, I’m now presented with a blanket of fog.
I wave my hands through the dark searching for a wall or a body to help me discern my location
If I could I’d embed a compass in my Palm, a lighthouse in my eyes
Please
Let me sleep dreamless sleep
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