Tales of Insomnia

A lot of thoughts float through my head
At night they keep me from my bed
For if I close my eyes to sleep
They cause me there, quite well, to weep

You’re sick, you’re pale, you haven’t seen
How sweet it is when rest has been
Had, for you know you’d take a rest
If your breath wasn’t in arrest

I’ve read far more than humans should
But I’d burn it all if I thought I could
Get some rest this lonely night
So awareness would not cause me fright

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