Insomnia

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There are a lot of things that can close

I can close my door

I can close a box

I can close a latch

I can close my computer, sometimes

But I cannot seem to be able to close my eyes

I stare at nothing for 8 hours

Complete darkness and utter silence

Everyone else has gone to sleep

Except me and the owl outside who sing

I lay there

Watching the numbers on the clock go on and on

Wondering when I will disappear into my subconscious

Wondering when I will drift into the oblivion

But I lose hope when I see the light creeping out of the cracks in the window blinds

I watch the sun rise as my sanity falls.

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