Sleep
Why is it I cannot sleep
The night is wonderful, dark, and deep
But somethings there I feel for naught
What cases me my own distraught
I wonder if the night was clear
Perhaps the atmosphere surreal
My eyes are closed but wonder’s lost
Nothing here that I love most
I lay in bed and feel my pain
The cycle then begins again
I ask myself, “Was I correct?”
And there it is, my lost regret
Of everything I’ve ever done
I am lost and web’s already spun
Oh why must I stay so late?
Perhaps the body will forget
It is either cold or hot, or neither
This is a web spun by a spider
In it I fall and can’t get out
I am a fly stuck in it’s mouth
But darkness nears and fears subside
This is where I feel alive
And everything becomes okay
Regret is deep but here comes day
I won’t let you decide my fate
I rise and so begins a brand-new slate
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