Deprivation of my rest and peace
My mind, wandering, creeping
not recognizing any of the thoughts that come
to me while sleeping.
Not resting when I sleep
but more like falling
into a trance.
Sleep, an illusion of the mind
that overtakes its final stance.
Wide awake for reasons unknown
falling in and out of my ill like stage.
Time lazily passes me by
feeling helpless
I lie
and slowly age.

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