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Two days running on two hours under the cover of dreams,

Sleep deprivation, insomnia. Not always what they seem.

But I'm not the kind to sleep for erasing fate,

Waking struggles, soon you'll find, in sleep will take shape.

 

It's some kind of contagion passed from you to me.

Is it making from me anything you needed me to be?

It's a plague on the mind of single design,

But escape from you is often so hard to find.

 

I could try to forget everything I said,

Or forget all the nights I spent thinking you dead.

I'll find no success despite efforts brave,

In keeping either of us from an early grave.

 

I just want you back in my life.

 

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

"I could try to forget everything I said,
Or forget all the nights I spent thinking you dead.
I'll find no success despite efforts brave,
In keeping either of us from an early grave."

This is my favorite stanza.. The whole poem is amazing Tim.