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Dreaming is my only solitude
Darkness is the blanket that I cling to
I lie awake for hours thinking of you
Then fall into a sleep that I wish not to wake from.

What past dictates, I've not the courage to correct
No place to bury secrets, no tall tower to erect
I'm sleeping away my life because I've no strength to rise
I need something to hold onto, but dreams don't want to come.

I left apathy to find myself in a state of worry
I care but find myself helpless in a stormy sea
I dream of you and it's all I have to comfort me
You rescue me... you revive me...

I sleep for hours to acheive
Dreams that come in restless sleep
Dreams so turbulant that I awake unrested.
Tired, absolutely exhausted, I cannot wait
For sleep to return the next day, but it never comes easily.

I live in insomnia, there's little hope for me
I finally drift to sleep but there's no rest to nourish me
Insomnia : Yet I sleep.
But that sleep brings no rest upon me.
And I dare to beckon hope, to beckon dreams
But insomnia just will not let rest be

Darkness casts its shadow, beckons me to sleep
But I will find no rest even with night to comfort me
Crickets chirp, birds sing, and I let my mind wander free
I'm dreaming... but I am not quite asleep.
I'm dreaming... but no rest shall nourish me.

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On Saturday December 4th, 2004, Angst Queen (470) writes:
Insomnia is a bitch, simply put


On Tuesday September 16th, 2003, happymurderer (203) writes:
Nothing like the real thing to make everything all better, huh?. I knew how that felt. Wish I still knew what it felt like...


On Tuesday September 16th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*nods knowingly*


On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Leerer Blick Fairy (24) writes:
You better stick around dp for a while cuz i enjoy your poetry very much. It's happy. Well not so much happy but sad. But it's the sad that gives you that feeling that there is a light at the end of the tunnle. That light is your happyness, and i hope you


On Sunday July 6th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
It's called hope, and it took me years to achieve it. :-)


On Friday July 4th, 2003, Demosthenes (222) writes:
mandude, thats really awesomelocious. who needs sleep? *falls over* zzzzz.... -B


On Saturday July 5th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
LOL. Thanks.


On Thursday July 3rd, 2003, Deliverence (797) writes:
Talent that's at your whim...This piece has all the dark, and woefull thoughts that, I too have. Sleep, to me, is a waste of time...But you write well.-Kefka


On Friday July 4th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Yet I seem to feel that by sleeping I might get my energy up and do something with my life.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Six-Out (1799) writes:
...*sigh*... This was just wonderful, you have a shitload of talent, and I hope you stick around dp for a while now. Great job.


On Wednesday July 2nd, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Thanks, six. I wrote that trying to explain to my friend how the summer days seemed so dull. So hopeless.



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