A poem I wrote when going through a rough time.
I must sleep but my thoughts will not rest
The turmoil is constant, these thoughts in my head
Nine nights, no sleep, no break from the aching
The darkness holds whispers of thoughts, I keep waking
I must dream but my dreams hold dark meanings
I want to lay down, drift away close my eyes
My mind should fade to black nothingness
And I pray that dreams will tell me no lies
My mind is incoherent, the pattern is gone
Should 1 rhyme with 2, or 3 rhyme with one
This lack of rest has left my logic deprived
Nine nights, no sleep.
How have I survived?
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