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No Rest For The Wicked

No sleep for the wicked
on soft tender feet
the night it does creep
but no where does sleep come, I lay in my bed with thoughts in my head and try to relax for awhile but my eyes they do not close the night it seems will be endless what can I do to help myself snooze as words swirl around my head with all my might I have a sleepless night no peace it seems is out there could it be real or is my world surreal as the night goes on I toss an turn I might as well forget it maybe they are right I should just give up the fight no sleep will come for the wicked tonight

damoambrose

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Damo

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Your poems are very nice. Especially the ones like this that focus around the night/darkness. I like reading them at night since I rarely sleep :)

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