As the night unfolds the hours tick by
The world sleeps but why can't I?
I wonder how it is this sort of thing has come to be
And are there more who toss and turn just like me..
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I have insomnia myself and can relate to the frustration it causes. One must become unattached to all thought which is of course much easier said than done for thought itself is ego and defines or sense of self. Imagine that you are not yourself and that you are actually one with the very substance ofdark and that may help you my friend.
a bright shining poem and above all the image created is fabulous loved the title very much
Awesome! I so understand what you write about. I go through the same thing. You've expressed it well.