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This is a small one.


The endless whispers of night have awoken my restless soul.

Can they not leave me alone?

What must I do to get the sleep I so badly need?

Frustration,  anger, loneliness… I feel.

For the night haunts me and hunts me.

It is forever my playground and coffin.

My companion, my lover, and my nemesis.

Darkness…it seems,

I shall abide in all my days.

©-2006 JB Thomas