When I lay my head to sleep, my thoughts are deafening.
Eyes widened,
Ears bursting from the silence,
Sleep is death,
The night brings a want for dying.
Unfortunate souls are grounded,
Mind running, with feet that never tire,
Like tides, rolling between the sheets,
Where's the comfort that I seek
My worries wear out their welcome,
Fears overstay their visit,
Where's the peace that I envisage,
When I lay my head to sleep my thoughts are deafening,
Relentless, like a waterfall descending,
Ceaseless, impending,
So close to my intention,
Quiescent, but attentive.
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