Insomnia Revisited…

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Sleepless night
Restless eyes
Dimmed sight
Soft deep sighs.

My eyes are half masted,
But the brain cannot shut down,
In twisted shadows, locked and gated
The murmurs of a ghost town.

Bloodstream soaked with chemicals,
Grey cells swimming in the soup,
Senses slow and dulls
Still thoughts stuck in a loop.

Here we are, again, my friend,
Together in this journey with no end.
No fences between us to keep or mend
My darling Insomnia, you top the trend.

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