Insomnia

Walk the halls through the night

The ringing wont abate

All echoes of a fight

Still reverberate

Walls are solid you see through

To the crux of the matter

Flailing, brilliant, reckless hue

Blank canvas splatter

Doubts that whisper from the dark

In these hours will not quell

These poisons miss their mark

In secrets we don’t tell

When all is still and others sleep

The phantom choir sings

Cast adrift to the deep

and haunted memory springs

Unquiet slumber to evade

distractions nocturnal

Unquiet conscience to invade

these questions eternal

Would die for sleep of the dead

To sleep, only sleep

Not to dream, only sleep

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