The day is short; night time will be too long.
Awake with nightmares; haunted by my dreams,
How nothing timeless appears as it seems.
If I defeat this Ill become so strong.
View lights and shapes, but they will never leave.
The blackness wont replace, pending I wake,
To rest Ill do whatever it will take.
What drifting, devious thoughts I start to weave.
My mind is completely numb; immobilised.
I start to converse, but no ones listening,
Call back I know Im not imagining.
My chance of sleep is shot down; minimised.
Am I awake? Or am I asleep?
So yet again I start another week.














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