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Insomnia Stalker

Waiting for it to come…
Knowing that he is out there watching me
I’ve grown to despise his nightly visits 
And groping hands inside my brain

No calm retreat and peaceful surrender to slumber 
– Not with this one
Torment in the form of flashing images
Fast-forwarded thoughts and cycling jolts 
Of sudden forgotten things remembered

He waits just around the corner…
Sometimes I can see his dark shadow lurking
Attempting sleep is like spreading out into his dank corpse
All night is a struggle to separate myself from that feeling

He is a curse and one has to be armed
How are the sleeping pills working?  
Not so well I guess…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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