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‘Tis not the impending decay— of my walling flesh, crumbling slowly away— to simple ash. That’s left me shuddered— Such awful fright! Nor has the lonely pyre— of wood and oil, set aflame, with tremendous fire Left me sleepless, oh sleepless night. ‘Tis not even the fear of failure, that’s rendered me, this night; so frail, so weak. For taming treasure’s easy when they’re not treasures I seek Many a paths call to me. Grand thoroughfares, that entice, away and away at me, boasting— their grand treasures. But shouldn’t my heading, be that steep country road? Trodden by the few— that died, while still living. So this brevity, may never become— object- of my grief. Robbed, of all gaiety. So please, oh sleepless night. Lead me not into mourning. Let me call my hour; an instance of some worth, a moment of some weight. When I wake up, tomorrow morning Thus, bed-side I’ve been left. Fetal. Rolling amid doubts, and writhing amid scorn. Unsure and unfree. Wake up. Oh sleeping sky. I’m scared. If even to fly.
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC
Sleepwalking
‘Tis not the impending decay— of my walling flesh, crumbling slowly away— to simple ash. That’s left me shuddered— Such awful fright! Nor has the lonely pyre— of wood and oil, set aflame, with tremendous fire Left me sleepless, oh sleepless night. ‘Tis not even the fear of failure, that’s rendered me, this night; so frail, so weak. For taming treasure’s easy when they’re not treasures I seek Many a paths call to me. Grand thoroughfares, that entice, away and away at me, boasting— their grand treasures. But shouldn’t my heading, be that steep country road? Trodden by the few— that died, while still living. So this brevity, may never become— object- of my grief. Robbed, of all gaiety. So please, oh sleepless night. Lead me not into mourning. Let me call my hour; an instance of some worth, a moment of some weight. When I wake up, tomorrow morning Thus, bed-side I’ve been left. Fetal. Rolling amid doubts, and writhing amid scorn. Unsure and unfree. Wake up. Oh sleeping sky. I’m scared. If even to fly.
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16/M/Pakistan
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC
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