headaches, a body refusing to to as the mind wants
stimulants in the veins sustaining consciousness
unable to rest just yet, so much to do
reactions slowed to a malaise
muscles, unsmooth and unfree
mind, fogged and unfocused
forgetting to eat, forgetting I've already ate
can't rest just yet
my work is not yet done
I'm going to have some sleep tonight, so you'll be spared any more poems about not sleeping. My insomnia trilogy will stay as it is.
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