Sleepless Nights
The tossing and turning of a body
makes the old mattress creak.
The ears embrace the soft sound
of a faucet's musical leak.
The medicine of warm milk
fails to bring the nectar of sleep.
Under the cover of darkness,
eyes try to count imaginary sheep.
Insomnia feeds upon human flesh
in the quiet hours after midnight.
The skin under the colored eyes
turns dark in the sun's first light.
As sleepless eyes greet the dawn,
the body's weariness starts to show.
But after a few cups of caffeine,
the mind's juices begin to flow.
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