By JH Sayyar
I lie in bed while silence haunts the air,
Moonlight spills across the window pane,
Yet in my chest, a burden foul and bare
Unwinds the coils of thought like falling rain
The sheets grow tangled with each fitful turn,
My weary limbs denied their rightful peace.
My mind ignites, my old memories return
A storm within that will not break or cease.
The ticking clock becomes a cruel refrain,
Each moment stretched across a sleepless night.
No dreams arrive to soothe the inward strain,
No hush of dark to douse the inner fight.
O sleep, why flee when I seek your grace?
Must every night become a waking chase?
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