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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1529646
A reflection on sleepless nights.
Another restless night with silence as my company.
My music seems an intrusion in an environment so still, so quiet.
It started out so well, only to awake minutes later
with eyes open wide.

It's nights like these that I wish I was not here.
I wish I was in a simpler place at a simpler time,
so that I might be able to find some relief though pure exhaustion;
Running through those fields, gazing at those stars.

However, I am enclosed in these city walls,
with my heart pounding and muscles twitching,
rattling these bars that hold me hostage.
The metal rings out but holds firm,

And this insomnia bears its ugly head,
making its presence known.
Mentally and physically vulnerable,
I am at his whim.
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