Oh, the irony.


My duvet is a sanctuary,
Where I can escape the world,
Where I’ve hidden from every monster
That plagued me as a girl.

But why does it happen now
That it strangles me in sleep,
Smothering me just before
The lake becomes too deep?

Although I long to see the face
Of you who stalks my thoughts,
At least give me this time without
Your nightly, morbid haunts. 

My dreams are being tampered with,
So I must stay awake.
My mind plays tricks on me in slumber
And heavy eyelids will have to wait. 

This is truly a table turner,
.And after a long and wounding fight,
I now choose you, Insomnia,
To bring me comfort from the night.

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