Thoughts Of The Sleepless

The pain you feel
Is all to real,
In the dead of night.

Each ounce of dread,
your emotion dead.
You just don’t feel right.

Your eyes are sore,
Your nerves red raw,
And your body calls for rest.

Each limb becomes heavy,
Your heart becomes steady,
Stress resting on your chest.

The birds sing out side,
And you cannot hide,
The time for sleeping has gone.

And you get out of bed,
With a heavy head,
The day will still go on.

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