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Night is still. Quiet. The moon keeps watch, clouds linger, and I’m staring at the fan. I close my eyes— sleep refuses to hold my hand. I swallow the pills, but they spill the truth: I can’t sleep. Why? Am I sick? Is my head aching? Or has my bed soaked too deeply in my tears to take me to dreamland? They banging on the door thinking I am tying a rope on the fan who's gonna tell them I am already choking in tears 1, 2, 3, 4… They say counting helps. Not tonight. Baa baa black sheep… Maybe a lullaby will. Or maybe not. The one who stole my sleep must have forgotten to return it. Or maybe he will— but when? on this ground or somewhere in the clouds? Google hey how to sleep ? remove a problem from your life who is problem but ? me ? or my life ?
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC
HOW TO SLEEP ?
Night is still. Quiet. The moon keeps watch, clouds linger, and I’m staring at the fan. I close my eyes— sleep refuses to hold my hand. I swallow the pills, but they spill the truth: I can’t sleep. Why? Am I sick? Is my head aching? Or has my bed soaked too deeply in my tears to take me to dreamland? They banging on the door thinking I am tying a rope on the fan who's gonna tell them I am already choking in tears 1, 2, 3, 4… They say counting helps. Not tonight. Baa baa black sheep… Maybe a lullaby will. Or maybe not. The one who stole my sleep must have forgotten to return it. Or maybe he will— but when? on this ground or somewhere in the clouds? Google hey how to sleep ? remove a problem from your life who is problem but ? me ? or my life ?
Hello to you all another poem of mine hope you will love it kinda weird topic to write but I was curious to write about this so yeah here it is hope you will like it thank you :)
Bluehour
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC
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