One eye closes as the soul begins to weep
Tossing and turning, no end to this pause.
Breaching the walls of insanity,
discovering the never-ending cycle of the whisper.
A whisper well known to the heart.
With sullen words of a melancholy cheer.
Second eye closes now, the end is so far,
yet so near.
Hearing the winds bellow into the golden night.
Serenity a stones throw away.
Deep in the slumber, easy breathing now.
Wake to the viscous realities of life
A breath is what is seen.
Exhaling the demons, inhaling change.
Gift of the nocturnal owls.
The struggling sleep.
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a good poem penned - ah insomnia, and dark thoguht and fears, sometimes they claim us all, there are times i do not sleep for days, insanity is always a breath away.
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