Sleepless
The clock chimes 3–
I lay sleepless in bed
My body feels frozen-
I feel like i’m undead.
My thoughts run wild.
Like a horse in a race.
Im like a labyrinth-
Yet as fragile as a porcelain vase.
I try to sleep yet I open my eyes-
Here comes morning, the sunlight comes to rise.
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