Teased by glimpses of sleep
My subconsciousness creeps.
All around me is dark
Apart from Opuss' spark.
Surrender my mind
Rest and dreams to find.
Images and words whirl at the back of my eye,
I can't escape them despite how I try.
Perhaps these lines that I type
Will help my mind wipe
Out the thoughts of the day
And let me gracefully slip away.
Right
Goodnight ?
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It's that time, again, That I must try, To force some shut, Into my eye. I won't succeed, But try, I will, I'll lie, dust dead, And stony still.
Tonight in my bedroom as I switched off the light Much to my distress there began an awful fight.
Why am I even up At this early time And what makes it worse Is I'm writing it in rhyme.
(Adultish reference). Hi my name is Patrick. And I'm an awakaholic. It's a horrible habit. Which I just can't kick. I've tried watching tv. And listening to music. I've tried perfect silence.
~ It's 4am and I'm still avoiding sleep, so I wrote this poem.
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