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Friday, June 11, 2010

The Dance of the Insomniac

Sleep that time of escape
When mind is quiet
And body is at rest

I can not travel there
My eyes open
Staring into the night

Each moment of my day
Plays through my head
In a never ending video

The more I beg sleep
To come give me peace
The further it retreats

The dance of the insomniac
Is a tap dance of misery
Performed in shoes of desperation


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