Stuck,
cannot think anymore,
sleep is inevitable,
but alas,
it is too far away,
my desolate eyes,
have sunken in,
with their eager protests,
on why I shouldn't be up,
but instead,
on why i should rest,
dream of blue skies,
and peaceful meadows,
waves of calm,
wash over me,
as my aching soul,
tries to ignore the process,
reaking restless havoc,
upon my weary body,
begging and pleading,
for movement to cease,
just for a moment,
so that i may recover,
from my exhausting day,
let the tides of havoc,
cease their raging wars,
inside my restless mind,
the snares of exhaustion,
have caught me too long,
I'm too far gone,
too lost to see the light.
of decent sleep.
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