Sockets covered in dark,
Like soot from burning eyes.
The door slams with semblance,
Of the day's end.
Fall into bed,
With hopes of plunging into deep slumber.
Awaken with a glazed glimpse,
and realization it is still night.
Every other hour, time freezes,
So I may come to cold perceptibility.
Each rise followed,
By a begging plea of quiescence.
Thoughts turn,
Drilling the mind further into apprehension.
The sun breaks the horizon,
And the yearning for a reposed evening.
A torpid stand,
With a long breathless sigh.
Muffled day,
Followed by another sequenced plight.
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