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Nights

A glass of water,
Two little white friends,
Taken together and
My insomnia ends.

Trapped in swirling whirling
Dreams of hate and despair,
Fighting to escape by waking
But seemingly locked in there
Until screaming into the night
I manage to break free
To lie trembling and fighting
To avoid sleep taking me
Maybe back to my mental hell
Until as night
Gives way
To morning light
I doze to awake
With throbbing head
In the wreckage of
My sweat drenched bed
I have survived
I am still here
Daylight brings relief
From my nightly sleeping fears

A glass of water,
Two little white friends,
Too scared to take
Those means to an end.


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Nights