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sleepless nights |
A poem about how sleep evades drooping eyelids. Sleep seems to play hide and seek with the mind struggling to block all the happenings of the day.
All evasive sleep, tossing, turning, struggling to get a good night's sleep.
Sleepless Night - A Poem
Turbulent thoughts
Knocking on walls
Tossing turning
Not finding the right mix
Of thoughts
Making no sense
One running into another
Twisting twirling
A conundrum
No clarity in sight
I can hear my thoughts
Throb against my temple
As though trying to break free
Echoing a sleepless night
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