PLIGHT OF INSOMNIA

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You look at me from your timeless tower,

denying my impending sleep.

You’re waiting for my closing hour.

I’ve hardened eyes, red-fired and dour

as stolen dreams from me, you keep.

You look at me from your timeless tower.

Sandman, I summon you, invoke your power,

send me now those grains to reap,

cease waiting for my closing hour.

Tick-tock, tick-tock the hours devoured,

I curse you as you decline to leap

You look at me from your timeless tower.

I cautiously crawl, under cover, I cower

save me from myself I weep.

You’re waiting for my closing hour.

Dawn breaks through, a sun-lit shower.

Trapped by Morpheus, I’ve fallen deep.

You look at me from your timeless tower

waiting (with contempt) for my closing hour.