Hour Twenty Four

Sleep- that sweet abyss

Something that I fondly miss

But there is much to do and much to see

Besides, my mind is a traitor to me

So many thoughts dance through my head

As I lie awake upon my bed

Reliving the events of every day

Regrets and troubles won’t go away

Things I’ve said, things not done

Chances missed, races not run

In my brain a war is waged

Deep within me, a beast uncaged

So sweet sleep escapes me still

I think that it forever will

Until that day my name is called

When I may rest, once and for all

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