A Sleepless Night's Misery: Poetry


her soul aches sometimes,
quaking with anxiety
from a sleepless night's misery

unsure, unsteady unsettled,
trying to make sense out of things
that don’t even matter

as seconds grow into eternities
occupied by incessant thought
and vague longings to be held

awake, aware, agitated, 
she rests there in anguish, 
bound in moments without time. 



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