Awaiting Sleep

Sometimes I just can't sleep and this is the way I feel about it.
As I retire to my room;
thoughts from the day unceasing.

My stomach tied in knots;
there is no releasing.

Darkness fills my soul;
enveloping my entire being.

Pressing into every fiber of my body;
I welcome the sound of nothing.
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Published: 12/7/2009
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