Sleepless

November 18, 2011
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They say creatures lie here.
Look under my bed, how many have died there?
Creatures and monsters, all up in my dreams,
as I try to sleep, it seems, by any means.

Sometimes I’m stuck, lying awake,
Trying to shake and quake the thoughts I make.
I need sleep; my sake is at stake.
I ache for a day, where I may not wake.





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