These eyes will not close,
These thoughts will not stop;
These dreams will not come,
These nightmares will not rot.

This body will not rest,
This mind will not cease;
This hand will still write,
This mouth will still crease.

My lids will stay up,
My lips agape;
My fingers still scratching,
My mind still awake.

A leg still tapping,
A nail being bitten;
A bite on the lip,
A thought still unwritten.

Gazing at
Words upon a page,
Fading in time,
Though not in age.

[This is the second part of my insomnia series; "Sleep Out of
Reach" is part one, read it if you liked this]
 
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