Insomniac
Dark Eyes meet the world
With an apathetic glaze;
Emotions unreachable
On this particular day.
One foot follows the other.
Time kept by the clock.
Escape the suffocation-
Shuffle, stumble, trudge and walk.
Robotically write; softly speak,
Pen to paper, eyes cast low,
Accept what is given;
Let not the world know.
Heavy fog slowly settles
And so the world blurs,
Away into grey nothingness
That must always be endured.
Such a sad smile,
Never touches the soul.
A life without meaning.
Eyes so listless; eyes so dull.
Dungeon room is always safe
From Prying Eyes who seek to aid.
"Nothing wrong; all is fine"
Repeated day by day.
Sun has settled; Moon is risen.
Purgatorial bed awaits.
Bright Eyes slips into sweet slumber;
Dark Eyes remains awake.
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