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[bodytext] => Im growing tired of lying awake every night There's nothing on my mind and yet it doesn't stop It moulds over every second of my day Retracing steps as I lay silently in the moons light I hear the wind whisping through my half open door Gently beckoning me to sleep and to dream "now is your time to play, no sleep on this fine night" The devil on my left shoulder shrieks out the call Jolting from my bed I feel like I'm possessed Footprints following Fingerprints as I brush down the hall My mind is blank but filled with the will to seek and find I pray the prize it seeks is found in the state of rest The ground rises fast as I meet it with a crash My feet have lost the will to carry me; me, my burden The light seems to be sucked from these drowsy eyes The moon grows darker; I fade as I thrash. It seems like hours before the silence is broken ‘Gentle boy, you’ll only get further tangled- don’t fight your dreams, this is what you’re here for’. Then an alarm sounded screaming ‘the test has woken’. Capain, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Capian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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