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Insomnia by Nicole Plantier

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If by Brian Arner

If by Brian Arner

Insomnia

by Nicole Plantier

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Sleep - it won't come.

I'm so weary -

tossing, twisting,

tied by fetters of taut, sweat-drenched

thought.

I throw off the sheet,

rearrange, again

again...again.

Time does not wait

for the search.

The night grows

weary with me,

alongside a twisted,

distorted clock.

Always forward, forward

never stopping, no looking back -

impossible machine.

Running my life

forward, forward...

cluttered sleep for moments

then morning.

Again, I awake.

You are still there

staring at me

from a distance.

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