Hard To Get Rest
The heavy weight of sleep presses on the eyes,
Like when dusk pushes the daylight to another place,
It starts getting dark,
Color of thunderstorm skies,
Despite the darkness,
A look of relaxation has clung to the face,
Until somewhere deep inside,
Sounds of painful cries,
Relaxation replaced by terror,
Due to the massive dark space
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