Mr. Sandman, why do you not visit me?
I feel like jealous lover,
a neglected child.
The circles under my eyes,
Cause people to see...
Not me, but a racoon.
A hoodlum or a baffoon sleeping in class.
So as I sit here letting my thoughts run wild,
I hope. That you will take pity on me.
Me, this neglected child.
I only wish for you to stop the clock,
And let me rest a bit.
I need some sleep, please don't throw a fit.
My eyes feel heavy and my brain foggy, all in scrambles.
But something prevents me, a
wall of brambles.
The barrier across my path that will only fall to your power.
Without the waters of the dreamland...
I am but a wilting flower.
I only want another hour.
Let me rest Mr. Sandman,
Put me to sleep....
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Prompt 2: Insomniac. From ~Anatopist's 261 prompts on deviantart.
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