Insomnia

`Oh, Insomnia, my dear companion,
You have graced me with your presence once more,
As I lay in my bed, pretending,
That all is well in my simple abode.

My mind races with thoughts in you,
Of things beyond my control,

I toss and turn, unable to slumber,
When will this heart be healed?
When will our memories fade?
The hours tick by ever so slowly,
And I ponder if I shall ever forget,
This thought before my final day.

Yet, I wonder, when will this heart be mended,
Of the agony that keeps me awake,
And when will my memories be obscured,
So that I may finally take a break?

But for now, I shall recline and await,
The arrival of the morning light,
And pray that sleep will come, not too late,
And banish your visage from my sight.

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