Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Poetic Insomnia

In the dead of the night, when all you see is blackness whilst your mind constantly churns your fears and worries in your mind; you know you're being plagued by insomnia.

The peaceful hum of the silence stretches on infused with the violent, frustrated thrashing of limbs as the battle between consciousness and unconsciousness persists with no victor to possess your mind...

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