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In sleepless nights and restless days

 

It is in the sleepless nights and restless days that we search,

We search till the white is grey and black is gone,

The done is sought to be undone and found wanting,
 it keeps us whole,

That ravenous arm plunging deep and chills our core,

Awakens our demons to dance before our eyes,

The mocking mournful cries of a world scaring.

No longer the confines of restless sleep.

The torment of our trials.

The dawning of our tribulations.

 

 

By Anon 

 

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