Insomnia

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I'm the definition of sleep deprived,
The places where your memories
Brushed my skin are darkened
Under swollen eyelids.
My mind's lost in a fog
(Look at how the shadows dance)
Your ghost was too busy whispering
In my ear last night,
The rays if sun illuminate
My pale skin
Where all the color that used to live
Has vanquished
Stolen away with every touch
Your memories placed on my soul
At midnight,
At three A.M.,
At five A.M.
When I finally stop
Torturing myself with attempts
To forget you,
When I sleep
The darkness illuminates
Every detail of you I always think
I forget,
But waking hours are just as bad.
So tell me then
If sleep isn't an option,
What's the cure for this insomniac?

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