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By Jane Rain Date: 2010 Jan 20 Comment on this Work [[2010.01.20.02.12.1073]] |
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Incessant pounding Drives me To the brink of madness. I want to bury my head Into my pillow Until it stops. How much longer now? I breathe, Deep and slow. On it goes... Closed eyes on the prize: Sleep. They open without permission. How many things can dash across my Mind without tiring? Is there nothing to slow it; Not one thing to help? Every night without fail. It is the single thing I can Depend on. Why this? Why not you/us? |