Insomnia
These are quite repetitive

ABCD
Why don't I feel sleepy?
EFGH
My body begins to ache.
IJKL
Is this a self made hell?
MNOP
Looking for some serenity
QRST
A personal struggle within myself
UVWX
It's as if I was a victim of a hex.
YZ
In a desperate act to die peacefully.
---
I lay here in bed,
unable to surrender to the need for sleep.
What do I try to contemplate?
I lay still thinking about what's been, what may be.
Unable to shrug these forms of despair.
Watching the time slowly flick by.
With this life so slow I wonder why?
But I know it is not for long.
The wink of an eye, or the burning of a candle,
the time will come.
I need a release,
a place to escape.
I try the glade,
but not tonight.
My mind is racing,
to stop now would be folly.
And still my candle burns shorter and shorter,
for soon the light will die.
---
Another restless night,
another night of idle wonder!
Another week gone by.
This year is nearly at an end.
So many things are on my mind,
of love and friendships and what my future does hide.
A thought just entered my head,
which if fulfilled will only bring dread.
But it seems so promising when I begin to feel this way.
I tried to ring my lover - but there was no reply.
Oh I should let it be, for she lives with another.
And what will the dawn bring?
Another day of stupid wonder!
In a family circle that I wish was wrong.
And to ask for a different life would work any wonders.
A few weeks to wait, and I’ll know where and if I'm heading anywhere.
Work isn't uplifting, and who really cares.
I wish to leave this life of mine,
to try something different, to try something new.
To have a perfect family instead of the one I had to go through.
To be in a caring relationship would only help to see me through.
I really dread the coming morning, and the life I must go through.
I have so much love to offer, and of feelings that I must hide.
I get so bored, so tired of it all.
I feel like I'm in a hole that is too deep,
and no one hears my call.
---
I lay here in bed,
unable to surrender to the need for sleep.
What do I try to contemplate?
I lay still thinking about what's been, what may be.
Unable to shrug these forms of despair.
Watching the time slowly flick by.
With this life so slow I wonder why?
But I know it is not for long.
The wink of an eye, or the burning of a candle,
the time will come.
I need a release,
a place to escape.
I try the glade,
but not tonight.
My mind is racing,
to stop now would be folly.
And still my candle burns shorter and shorter,
for soon the light will die.

 

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