August 24, 2010
The skies are dark
Shadows nonexistent
All are in a different world of oblivion
Except for her

There’s something about the night
It makes her restless
Tossing and turning
She can’t go back to bed

It’s hard to stay awake
Yet harder to sleep
The shadows under her eyes
Betray her troubles

Her days seem longer
It’s difficult to concentrate
She struggles through the day
Only to struggle even more at night

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