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Insomnia
I toss and turn, restless in the dark, Counting sheep, but none will leave their mark. Midnight comes through halls so quiet, wondering if I locked all the doors, my mind won't be still.
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to sleep, first to rise, But tonight, insomnia holds its prize.
I roam to the living room, staring at the wall, Pictures frozen in time, I watch them all. The fan spins endlessly, a tiresome trance.
Up and down, up and down, In silence, I roam through my own quiet town.
Damn this fidgety mind, But tomorrow's empty, no one to find. So I give in, let sleeplessness take hold, Pacing the halls, in the silence, so bold.
NP
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to sleep, first to rise, But tonight, insomnia holds its prize.
I roam to the living room, staring at the wall, Pictures frozen in time, I watch them all. The fan spins endlessly, a tiresome trance.
Up and down, up and down, In silence, I roam through my own quiet town.
Damn this fidgety mind, But tomorrow's empty, no one to find. So I give in, let sleeplessness take hold, Pacing the halls, in the silence, so bold.
NP
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