Relief
Sleep eludes me
There is no relief,
No break in my day,
Rest beyond my reach.
The bliss of the deep-
The deep of a dream
Taunts me; mocks me,
Leaving me insatiable-
Yearning for the comfort,
The ease of wide eyes.
To close inside myself
Take refuge in my mind-
Rather than hide.
To sift tediously through
Those thoughts and feelings
From the length of the day.
The tiresome ache radiates
Not only in body, in mind.
Oh how I yearn and pine-
The bliss of the deep-
The deep of the dream.
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