Ode To Sleeplessness

Navigating the swamp of insomnia

with tired eyes, and boots of lead
through unsleeping swamps I do tread
marsh gas ignites, fairy lights
beckoning to distant lands of respite
yet no slumber there I do find
no peace, no rest for troubled mind
questions arise, born of childlike curiosity
here lies life and death of all clarity 
alone amidst trees that in silence scream
yearning for peace, that faraway dream
I wade through waters, heavy with dread
alas, I sink, with boots of lead
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if found, I beg, do not wake
slumber, a choice -- life, a selected mistake‎

Reviews

[Kay]

This is very well written!