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Keel Lincoln Jan 2010
I try one cheek to the pillow, then try the other cheek,
Nothing,
I try my front, then I try my back,
Nothing.
For the time being I have forgotten how to sleep,
Trapped in my head the fearless fright,
Of what’s been kept out of sight,
Waiting for the sunshine’s rays so bright,
In these dark hours of yet another sleepless night,
Waiting for the morning light,
In a pool of my warm sweat and burning tears,
Awaiting the confrontation with my fears,
Thinking of my life these past years,
I wait for the morning.
These are things, for which I feel sad,
But these are things, that do not make me mad,
For this choice is done, and is truly not bad,
I know I should feel glad,
And someday, I know I shall,
But for now I am waiting,
For the morning, that is not this morning.

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