Sleep
Sleep
The bane to my existence
My boulder up a hill
Never achieving
Perpetually fleeing
Forever occulted.
Darkness engulfs me,
A warm blanket.
Faint sounds,
Amplified by still silence.
Motionless I lay
Eyes drawn closed
Searching
Yet finding another.
Ebony of night
Fleeing Hemera.
Sounds stir
A new day
Yet a continuation
Of my inevitable search
For the elusive Hypno.
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