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Around and around the sad and dreary night spins

in my tortured world full of wakefulness.

It’s the same every time, unable to fall off the edge

into oblivion and peaceful sleep.

I feel so heavy with fatigue, like my limbs are weighted with lead,

the tablets I had an hour ago haven’t worked so what must I do now?

Suicide would be an answer but then insomnia wins.

no sleepinsomniafatiguesleep


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nick armbrister

Sat 10th Mar 2012 19:11

thanx friends this is an old poem from the late 90s. indeed Harry awake is better than dead. and Yvonne i'll do your ironing. i'm a guy tho and can't promise to not burn holes in stuff lol. and i need lots of cups of coffee lol. don't want sympathy, i'm not a pussy lol. been thru a lot in life.

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Yvonne Brunton

Sat 10th Mar 2012 16:39

If you really can't sleep will you nip round and do my ironing please?

You didn't really expect tea and sympathy did you?

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 10th Mar 2012 15:05

Being awake is well better than being dead, Nick,
at least we know we`re here.

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