Wide awake at 3 am
the peace of slumber alludes
Black thoughts are entertained
in an ever tangled mind
The grasp of reality taking it’s toll
it is the lives of others that matter
Insignificance of self reigns supreme
not a soul matters less than this dreamer
Sucking up life giving oxygen which should be reserved
for those who are truly worthy of it’s gift
Not the lost not the tortured not the maudlin not me
I close my eyes waiting for the release of this waking nightmare
only to find there is no rest for the weary

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