Insomnia

Sweet seductress calling my name,
my journey to you, is never tame.
Obstacles down winding path,
give chase with mocking laugh.

Battles won, and wars lost.
My vision clouds, as if with frost.
momentary release, then bound to my shell,
this waking dream offers glimpses of hell.

----INSOMNIA----

Bedside wishes; last frantic thought,
loss of consciousness, painlessly bought.
Like mortar report, eyes snap open.
Temporary fix, already broken.

_-*-_INSOMNIA_-*-_

This numb waking state,
maybe it's fate,
that I cannot reach you,
to see what dreams ensue.

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