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Sleep,why have you yet to find me?

I sent you numerous messages.

But you still haven’t replied back to me.

Left on read.

Even so, I am where we usually meet.

My body lies flat on top of clean sheets, with eyes shut, waiting patiently.

It’s been weeks since we spoke.

Have you too lost interest in me?

I wouldn’t be surprised.

Humans ruin everything.

This body stores so much pain.

That has finally made its debut appearance, externally.

It’s hurting.

As I expected years of torment kept, would be.

But It has not done any good festering internally.

So my spirit made the decision to start dealing with all of it permanently.

With that comes temporary pain, and lack of many z’s.

So, I understand.

Still it’s upsetting.

I get teased with peace from pain.

Hoping that this time it stays.

Only to wake up worse than I felt yesterday.

Like something is mad I felt that moment of ok.

Pissed off, I was relinquished from aches for half a day.

After no sleep for numerous weeks.

Physical and mental beatings back-to-back concurrently.

I’m still fighting with the light, that the darkness is trying to snub from me.

It hurts, because I know the dark and the light, they’re both in me.

The one hurting me.

ME, Fighting, me.

I’m the cause for my lack of sleep.

And you’d think if I knew that, I’d stop begging for rest and release.

Because if I can cause havoc, then I can easily summon peace.

To allow my mind a break from running constantly.

So my spirit doesn’t feel the need to call a timeout on sleeping, for healing Internal sores.

Causing physical pain, unnecessarily.