Of some ungodly hour
Soft breaths either side of me
Mask the dark and dour
The house hums endlessly
A companion for my mind
Talks to me, softly chides me
But can't release me from this bind
News read, tweets checked
No idea what comes next
Save for irritation, consternation
With myself I'm truly vexed
Surprised I shouldn't be
Not like this is something new
Three then four, four then five
The insomniac interview
I'll put my phone down now
Pretend to doze a while
My sighs give me away, I know
Sleep, you do beguile
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