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Why don’t I sleep?
Why don't I sleep?
Those creepy crawlies under my bed
Those monsters in my closet- they’re
in my head instead
The rotten apple is my heart
I’m alone in the dark
That black blanket pressing
Down, down, down
Cocooned and captured
Yet comforted:
The absence of sounds
Whilst my thoughts drown
Sleeping is for the weak
I’m alert. Sound the sirens, alpha to delta
When am I ever off duty?
I deserve a pay rise
I need a break
I want to feel
I’m stuck as this burnt out star
In the blackening night sky
And I wonder why
black bags under my eyes
Who’s surprised
When I don’t sleep
Sheer me, relieve me
Of some sort of substance
i feel it as the days drifts
Yet night is when I’m still
Grounded in the covers; quilted handcuffs
Maybe I am guilty- is this my penance?
At least in the darkness I can’t see
In the darkness I’m not me
Why don’t I sleep?
Maybe the person in the morning
is not someone I want to be
Copyright ©
Ella Brown
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