Closed eyes tell a story.
Sleep
I hate sleep
It evades me
Taunts me
And reminds me
It closes my eyes
And retells today
As if it were yesterday
It turns tomorrow, into today
It tells me stories
That I only wish of
Stories I do not want to hear
Tragic stories of happiness
It leaves me, lingering
In fear of my lack
In frustration of my excess
My thoughts, that yearn
Sleep
I hate it
Only because I love it's dreams.
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