Insomnia

The moon hangs heavy, inky sky,
Ethereal glow upon my chamber high,
Yet sleep eludes, my weary eyes,
Refuse to close, a restless guise.

My mind, a captive, thoughts take flight,
Like fireflies dance in fading light.
Exhaustion weighs, a heavy cost,
On muscle, bone, sleep’s promise lost.

I stand as sentinel, days untold,
Denied the peace, respite’s hold.
Day’s anxieties fade and cease,
Replaced by quiet, lacking peace.

A whisper haunts, a task undone,
A duty missed, a shadow spun.
This obligation, undefined,
A spectral presence in my mind.

It chills me deep, this unseen force,
My mind imprisoned, dreams divorced.
I yearn for sleep, a distant plea,
For rest that seems beyond my decree.

A captive of the night I dwell,
Eyes open, thoughts a swirling spell,
Until the dawn with painted hue,
Offers hope, sleep’s rendezvous.

When shadows flee the rising sun,
Perhaps release will then be won.
Until that time, I persevere,
A sentinel, in moonlight’s sphere.

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