a sleepless soliloquy

thoughts like agitated bumblebees

buzzing in circles inside an empty cave

tossing, turning, no relief

never sleeping, never sleeping

an on/off switch that’s hard to find

a mind that siphons out its own fuel

the trenches dug from insomnia

run deep and run for miles

the western front of seeing the sunrise

part of the war of never having slept at all

rest and sleep are different breeds

sleep is an escape from the world

a refuge from our self-important problems

but rest comes when you finally let go

and realize that what keeps you up at night

can always wait until morning.

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