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Cold spring night
Wake from shallow sleep
Dreams were gentle
But busy
Mind is chaotic
Frantic thoughts dance around
Deep breaths to find rest
No use
Tiptoe down stairs
Hot pot of coffee
Unable to focus
Too early
Search for a pen
Open the journal
Writing for a cure
Or curse
Credit: Jimmy Eat World, “Hear You Me”
Hear you me my friends
Sleepless roads the sleepless go
Angels bring you in
Wind howls through windows
House groans as gusts test its strength
Sleepless night again
Turn, adjust, twist, roll
Fluff pillow, give sheets a pull
Sleep eludes in full