by Amanda Dickinson

Created on: January 21, 2009   Last Updated: January 31, 2009

Oh how i could weep, for the loss of sleep,

And spiral in despair,

I ware myself out, then start storming about,

With a pail look and a stair,

I really need sleep but for some reason can't,

Alert and wide awake,

Till the break of dawn again and again,

Not much more of this i can take,

I want to be dreaming of wonderful things,

Of treasured places that fantasy brings,

But i'll lay here once more just like before,

With things running through my mind,

For if i could sleep no more would i weep,

And i once more would be kind.

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