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The Sleepless
he lays awake while the others can sleep
although unknowable his reasons are many and always deep
the seeds are planted in his mind, they grow more grotesque with time
He tells me of his pondering, headaches, and the sublime
Would that I could take away his pain, I reach out to help but it’s all in vain
although unknowable his reasons are many and always deep
the seeds are planted in his mind, they grow more grotesque with time
He tells me of his pondering, headaches, and the sublime
Would that I could take away his pain, I reach out to help but it’s all in vain
Published 4th Oct 2022
Author's Note
written for my sleepless friend
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