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Night after night after night

inky black thoughts

liquid and gritty,

drip to the tick of

a heartbeat clock.

The dark deafens ears,

blinds eyes,

smothers my

overworked brain,

a dark stain on the

gray

slick

matter, twitching with errant thought.

The sole escape is sleep,

a runaway dog, loping

down the street

and out of sight.

Without relief,

darkness

continues to march, the

tick

tock

drip

drop

a lone raw pain,

exhaustion in search of dawn.

 

 

by Melissa Krolczyk

via Daily Prompt: Overworked

Anyone that suffers from chronic insomnia knows the pain, physical and mental, that comes from not being able to turn off the brain.  You are not alone.

 

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