Form: Pentastich

On the wall mirrored moonshine torments
Aching eyes staring within darkness
As drowsy dreams drift without vision
Confused thoughts consort with nightmares
And I just want to sleep.
A battle of wits in shadows of reality
Turning the page of yet another book
Insomnia incites my own insanity
Chaotic memories sleep cannot silence
And dawn breaks on the horizon.



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