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Sleeplessness

Sleep is all I need.

By Becca MaharPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The whirl of the fan hums

quietly by my ear.

My eyes glued to the ceiling,

the faces of those I have spoken to

during the day flash past me

and I start to feel dizzy.

My existence feels worn out,

lost and forgotten

in the depths of my mind.

The whirl becomes deafening

silence and my mind races

faster than before.

Tossing and turning

feels like a fight nowadays,

blankets on the floor and

a pillow over my face.

The sun peaks over

the trees and my heart

aches for more rest.

Sleep escapes me

constantly now.

The ghost of rest haunts

me

forever.

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About the Creator

Becca Mahar

Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.

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