Sleep grasps at my mind
Trying to drag me into its dreamless depths
My eyelids have turned to lead
My body is held down by an invisible anvil
And my bed holds me like I'm it's long lost love
But I still can't sleep
It's calling to me
The comfort of nothingness
And the bliss of a rejuvenating rest
Is sitting right outside my grasp
Why can't I just fall asleep?
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The End Of The RoadPoetry
Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...