Dead of night
Sleep walks off in a huff
Wide eyed, I stare at ceiling
Thoughts, those uninvited guests
Come and go, mill around
My helpless mind flounders
Toss and turn, toss and turn
Night hours stretch ahead
A desert without oasis
An abandoned old house
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For a fresh-lit dawn.
Dreams flee from eyes
Thieves on the run
Fears and tears
Tip toe along
Dogging footsteps
Hapless mind surrenders
Toss and turn, toss and turn
Night hours stretch ahead
Road to endlessness
Stark, as a razed garden
Waiting, waiting , waiting
For fresh lit dawn
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