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Why don't I sleep? 
Those creepy crawlies under my bed 
Those monsters in my closet- they’re
in my head instead

The rotten  apple is my heart 
I’m alone in the dark
That black blanket pressing
Down, down, down
Cocooned and captured 
Yet comforted: 
The absence of sounds 
Whilst my thoughts drown 

Sleeping is for the weak
I’m alert. Sound the sirens, alpha to delta
When am I ever off duty?
I deserve a pay rise
I need a break  
I want to feel
I’m stuck as this burnt out star 
In the blackening night sky 
And I wonder why
black bags under my eyes 
Who’s surprised 
When I don’t sleep

Sheer me, relieve me 
Of some sort of substance
i feel it as the days drifts 
Yet night is when I’m still
Grounded in the covers; quilted handcuffs 
Maybe I am guilty- is this my penance?
At least in the darkness I can’t see
In the darkness I’m not me
Why don’t I sleep?
Maybe the person in the morning 
is not someone I want to be

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