this feeling
This feeling,
creeping upon me once again.
A restlessness ensues
causing my body to toss and turn
in turmoil,
in utter confusion.
These dreams,
A warning to mine concious
or just meant to be thought over?
I do not understand
what it all means.
But surely, I cannot make sense of it,
try as I might,
lying here in the darkness,
awake at late.
This feeling of confusion
keeping me awake
my being trying to understand.
I try to slip in the welcoming arms of slumber
but it prevails me,
keeping just out of reach.
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