I have insomnia.
No, not nights and days on end
blood-shot eyes, leaden legs
"copy-of-a-copy"
almost-wish-I-were-dead INSOMNIA
no, just 1:27 AM
weary-but-can't-sleep
edgy-from-a-full-day
wish-it-were-morning
what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me
insomnia
I have known the first sort
but only occasionally,
a long time ago
Still, I feel as if I were
looking through a barred window
at the rolling green hills of sleep
and the charming village of morning...
where life is to be lived
with the happy people of day
yet try as I might,
I just can't slip away
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