Sleep knows me well
too well
it has roamed the dustiest corners
of my nervous system
(and that's saying a lot, if i myself must say so)
it knows what i long for
what i longed for
it knows that my longing
will be the death of me
it knows that it can kill me
in itself
but it has done something much worse
it has left me
dying
in the most subtle way
this is the reason
why i had no words left
when i woke up one day
at noon
conflicted
when i stayed under the covers
crumpled
when i never left my bed
until the clock screamed
it was 5 pm.
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