Those tired eyes,
I do so despise,
Shall walk thee,
To thy grave.

Following thy sorrow,
Hence till the marrow,
Daylight's never been so gray.

The lonesome trips,
Of sleepy wonder,
Shall nay give way,
To dreamless sleeps,
Without such peace
Of a warm summers day.

[Part one of the Insomnia series; part two: Dreamscript]
 
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