When sleep comes not... I rest upon my chair...fingers on the go, ready to release the pent up thoughts... to find the peace that comes when I am empty of word and thought once again.
When sleep comes not...I have seen one of them die...and I awake with knotted throat in fear of what is not real...and praying they are sleeping sweetly yet.
When sleep comes not...all that is plain to see in daylight hours...becomes a monster of its own...feelings are not exempt and I pray that I won't drown in them as I empty my heart into this technological void.
When sleep comes not...my tea bags are abused and my cup will finally be sitting as empty as I feel... and finally know that I am ready to try again.
When sleep comes not...600 count sheets mean not a thing...naked skin, soft fabric, pillows from heaven, do not bring what I want most... to simply sleep.
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