sleepless

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    sleepless
    laying in bed waiting for sleep
    with nothing to do but weep
    im shakin heart is breakin
    all i can hear is the click of the keys
    the breeze through the trees
    the door is closed, eyes wide open
    and im hopin. hopin to drift
    im staring in to darkness
    restless, feeling useless
    my head is spinning
    this is just the beginning
    need to escape my thoughts
    my stomachs in knots
    pulling out my hair
    no one seems to care
    i fall to the ground
    heart starts to pound
    as the night grows older
    i get colder
    i begin to quiver, shiver
    im lost in fright
    as i try an deal with another sleepless night

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    bluewolf commented on sleepless

    04-08-2010

    The restlessness of the soul, lack of sleep leading to fear and dissolution; brooding in the darkness and lost within one’s own thoughts; the night becomes a prison.
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    redbloodink commented on sleepless

    01-16-2010

    ohhhh the sleeplessness of letting thoughts over whelm us..... this is a great write....... Some one does care more then you know..... God himself and the one He has for you does....... Many blessings red.....
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    BaumbachWriting commented on sleepless

    01-14-2010

    I like this, as I am in an ongoing war with insomnia. There is nothing worse than being unable to sleep and having a thought process that will not settle down. You did a great job of capturing that. I enjoyed it.
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    rougepriest commented on sleepless

    08-19-2009

    nicely done i appreciate the anticipated insomnia and the moment you know your not going to be able to sleep real familiar with it i give it a 10
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