insomia
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The inexorable creep of sleep
seeps into my toes
worries and woes
Thrown out my window.
For during good times
I have flown too close to the sun.
I don't know if
I don't know
What it is like
To be tired
Or if
I don't know
What it is like
To not be tired.
Jealousy holds no bonds
How dare you in the room next door
Sighing in sleep, twist and snore!
Boasting of your time in temporary death
The calm nothingness
Vivid dream, the highlight
Of shuffled bedding
