
A request from Mechozmo. A poem about being kept up late at night from insomnia. All of us have suffered at least once!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 80 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-21-06 - id: 2250165
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This godforsaken hour dawns
With the echoed words it brings.
Dreams are not an option
When the very silence rings.
Counting by the minute,
the second and the hour.
The Dark keeps me forever
Locked within his power.
Lying here so still
Still I cannot sleep.
The shores are further than before
And my wakefulness too deep.
Shadows creep across the floor
I stare at the candle lights.
This creeping dread I can't ignore,
My insomnia through the nights.
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