December 10, 2010
By Lady_in_Black BRONZE, Cayman Brac, Other
Lady_in_Black BRONZE, Cayman Brac, Other
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Its whispers grow intoxicating
As darkness wraps the world
It lightly pulls me under
Letting me get a taste before releasing me and I rise back up
It teases and taunts me continuously
Longing for an escape and peace
I chase it yet I do not run
It refuses to let me into its depths
My frustration reaches its peak
Light spills into my room and slaps me in the face
Another sleepless night has passed.

The author's comments:
I have trouble falling and staying asleep so i used that as my inspiration when i could've tried to take a nap

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