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Sleepless

Insomnia

By Courtney ErinPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The idea of peace is non-existent as your restless body tosses.

Time seems to last an eternity.

You hear tick, tock, tick;

Slowly driving you to the edge.

You can feel the insanity creep in as your mind shatters into a million pieces.

Tick, tock, tick.

You breathe in and out, putting every shard back into its place;

Calming yourself.

You see a sheep jump the fence and you hear the sound of the ocean.

Your body becomes soothed as you breathe in once more.

You begin to drift off, becoming less aware of your surroundings but then…

Tick, tock, tick.

The idea of peace is non-existent as your restless body tosses.

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Courtney Erin

My life in a nutshell: small town living, my fiancé, music, God, and an obsession with poetry...literally obsessed

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