I lie awake,
  Watching the sheets
  Rise and fall
  
  As you breathe.
  
  Awakened by inspiration
  Divine or
  Otherwise
  
  I sit and silently
  Write
  
  The wrongs of
  Sleeplessness
  
  Insomnia just another
  Virus
  
  To ail the body
  
  And trouble the mind.
  
  An unforgiving
  Master
  
  An ever-thirsty
  Mistress
  
  An insatiable
  Desire
  
  Words whisper
  Through my brain
  
  Easing some of the
  Pain, but never
  All.
  
  As the pen flows
  Down the 
  Page,
  
  Some of the 
  Rage goes with
  It
  
  But never all.
  
  Reality returns
  As the wisps
  Of the
  Dream
  
  Disappear
  
  Everyday tedium,
  The Grind,
  
  In my mind
  
  Playing havoc
  With my world
  
  A head in the 
  Clouds
  
  Looking down
  At the sullen
  Masks of 
  Despair below
  
  Few truly 
  Know the
  Wonder
  
  Few ever
  See beyond.
  
  Beyond the
  Cast-iron
  Walls
  
  And the
  Silicon Hells
  
  Of everyday
  Life.
  
  Blind to
  Themselves
  
  Cheating
  Themselves
  
  As they inch
  Forward towards
  Dead End
  
  The Death of
  Their worthless
  Spirit
  
  And their
  Plasticene souls
  
  They will never
  Know true
  Beauty.
  
  They will never
  Know true
  Hope.
  
  Reality killed
  What little
  Magic
  
  And what little
  Wonder
  
  That (lived)
  In their
  Sterile World.
  
  "Perchance to
  Dream"
  
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