Sleepless Poem by Ruslan Agaev

You'll sit to witness the death of night
Thinking and thinking and waiting and dreaming and dreaming and dreaming, you're lost.
But only when your shiver stops, you'll give up and try to go to sleep
empty, tired and cold,
Imagining how you'd go to another part of the world
And dramatically(more pathetically though)try to convince her...
But it will never happen and it wouldn't work.
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Guess that's a writers' block,
That took me a year to resolve.