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Insomnia, Thy Lover
As rain cascades, a winter chill,
The aching of the bones,
And breakage of the seal,
I weep for lost time
That evades me
At the end of the rhyme.
The words entombed
Behind my forked tongue
In the gloom.
Vile thoughts stir
Inside the churn
As I twist and turn
My eyes, they burn.
Sleep, thy enemy,
Wisp like a fog,
I can see you hiding
Behind the trees.
I curse myself
Like a hateful mother
And drunken father.
I long for restful release,
Like the arms
Of a holding lover.
The aching of the bones,
And breakage of the seal,
I weep for lost time
That evades me
At the end of the rhyme.
The words entombed
Behind my forked tongue
In the gloom.
Vile thoughts stir
Inside the churn
As I twist and turn
My eyes, they burn.
Sleep, thy enemy,
Wisp like a fog,
I can see you hiding
Behind the trees.
I curse myself
Like a hateful mother
And drunken father.
I long for restful release,
Like the arms
Of a holding lover.
Published 26th Nov 2013
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