Sleep not, tonight.

Sleep not, tonight.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As insomnia laid
heavily on sleepless thoughts,
so did the awakening
haunt the realization
that all was not a dream,
but a nightmare.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 21, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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