He dared not sleep,
lest his heart stopped to bleed,
he purred, and whined in his sleep clenched his teeth,
shook his knees pang, agony, fury and fatigue,
were the shibboleth of the somnambulist
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Brilliant poem! ! Frustrated, lonely, mentally and emotionally tired, angry at the human race, different, not fitting in. Not even sleep can offer an escape.