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Vigil

Insomnia is a red flag upon a red flag,

for the brain is so much in pain

that it feels it must keep on working to keep you safe.

my biota needs a reset,

a reboot,

time away.

Every night is a futile tussle

of conflicting thoughts.

my mind churns on in the darkness

like a runaway motor.

While the rest of the world embraces their dreams,

their eight hours of rest,

I toss and turn chasing the white rabbit.

He has my dreams in his pocket.

This sleeplessness is my torture.

I am drunk on silence

For hours it has seeped into my pores,

dowsing my mind in its thick toxicity.

The usefulness of my thoughts left long ago,

leaving these fatigued neurones

to fire almost randomly-

flailing without direction

I want to be absorbed into the darkness

that the gloom promised me hours ago.

I want to be waking refreshed

to streaming white daylight,

unaware of the hours between

then and now.

But as usual my wishes mean nought

and behind these closed lids

the lunacy continues.
Written by PurpuraBuho
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