Insomnia

You dread the sleepless nights that awaken
you with the ringing of thoughts. There is no escape in your bed.
Who will help the sleep-forsaken.

The night wanes away. Adrift, your mind has not taken
the nightly leave of absence from your head,
You dread the sleepless nights that awaken

the haunting fears of mundaneness unshaken
by daydreams; you are desperate for night dreams instead.
Who will help the sleep-forsaken.  

O sleeper, have you mistaken
the bliss of night for a house of memories you cannot shed?
You dread the sleepless nights that awaken

you. Yet can you awaken one who has taken
life for a dream, neither alive nor dead?
Who will help the sleep-forsaken.

There cannot be sleep if the nights have shaken
the soul with waking. You are the dreamer, captive in your head;
in your dreams of waking, are you still sleeping? Will you reawaken?
Who will help the sleep-forsaken.  

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