Sleepless

tick tick tick
I close my eyes in the hopes of reaching the realm where my true self lies, out of touch with reality,
basking in the deep chambers of my mind.

tick tick tick
Time is a construct my mind made it all up.
Sleep is just an invitation to relive my misery.

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My phone lights up; another notification?
Nope, just a reminder before my alarm rings.

tick tick tick
Dawn is a couple of hours away.
I don’t remember the last time I shut my eyes.
Was it a minute ago? Had to be an hour at least.

tick tick tick
Insomnia is a parasite, 
it creeps in when you haven’t slept, 
for days, or even weeks.

tringgg tringgg tringgg
Oh nice, it's time to wake up.

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